The destruction of the foes of Zion

63 ‘Who is this who comes from Edom,

in bright-red garments from Bozrah,

so glorious in his apparel,

marching in fullness of strength?’

‘It is I, who have promised deliverance,

I who am mighty to save.’

2 ‘Why is your raiment so red,

and your garments like his who treads in the wine-press?’

3 ‘I have trodden the wine-trough alone,

of the nations was no man with me;

so I trod them in my anger,

and trampled them down in my fury;

their life-blood besprinkled my garments,

and all my apparel I stained.

4 In my heart was the day of revenge,

and the year of redemption was come.

5 I looked with utter amaze –

there was none to help or uphold;

so my own arm, wrought me the victory,

my fury – it upheld me.

6 In my anger I trod down the peoples,

in my fury I broke them in pieces:

their life-blood I spilt on the ground.’