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Why is your clothing red,
    and your garments like him who treads in the wine vat?

“I have trodden the wine press alone.
    Of the peoples, no one was with me.
Yes, I trod them in my anger
    and trampled them in my wrath.
Their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments,
    and I have stained all my clothing.
For the day of vengeance was in my heart,
    and the year of my redeemed has come.

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