"Who is this coming from Edom in red-stained garments? Who is this from Bozrah, arrayed in majesty, pressing forward in the strength of his power?
It is I, who am mighty to save, announcing righteousness!
Why are you clothed in red, your garments like those who tread grapes in the winepress?
Alone I have trodden out a vatful; of the nations no one was with me. I trod them down in my anger; in my wrath I trampled them. Their lifeblood spattered my garments, and I have stained my whole attire.
For I had resolved on a day of vengeance, and the year of my redeemed had come. I glanced around, but none would lend help; I glared, but no one would assist. So my arm brought about salvation for me, and my wrath, it assisted me. I trod nations underfoot in my anger; I made them drunk by my rage when I cast their glory to the ground."