1  ^dWho is this who comes from Edom,

in crimsoned garments from Bozrah,

he who is splendid in his apparel,

marching in the greatness of his strength?

“It is I, speaking in righteousness,

mighty to save.”

2  Why is your apparel red,

and your garments like his who treads in the ^ewinepress?

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 lifeblood¹ spattered on my garments,

and stained all my apparel.

4  For the ^fday of vengeance was in my heart,

and my year of redemption² had come.

5  I looked, but ^gthere was no one to help;

I was appalled, but there was no one to uphold;

so my own arm brought me salvation,

and my wrath upheld me.

6  I trampled down the peoples in my anger;

I made them drunk in my wrath,

and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.”