“It is I, announcing vindication,
    mighty to save.”^(A)

² “Why are your robes red
    and your garments like theirs who tread the winepress?”^(B)

³ “I have trodden the winepress alone,
    and from the peoples no one was with me;
I trod them in my anger
    and trampled them in my wrath;
their juice spattered on my garments,
    and I stained all my robes.^(C)
4 For the day of vengeance was in my mind,
    and the year for my redeeming work had come.^(D)
5 I looked, but there was no helper;
    I was abandoned, and there was no one to sustain me,
so my own arm brought me victory,
    and my wrath sustained me.^(E)
6 I trampled down peoples in my anger;
    I crushed them^[a] in my wrath,
    and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.”^(F)