63 Who’s that coming from Edom,[ref]

coming from Botsrah dressed in crimson?

This one dressed like an honoured person,

marching in the greatness of his strength?

It’s me, Yahweh, proclaiming what’s right—powerful to rescue.

2 What’s that red on your clothes?

Your clothes look like you’be been treading grapes in a winepress?

3 I’ve trodden in the winepress alone,

≈ and there wasn’t anyone from the nations with me.

I trod them in my anger,

≈ and trampled them in my fury.[ref]

and their blood is splattered onto my clothes.[ref]

≈ All my clothes are stained

4 because I had decided that this was the day of vengeance,

and the year had come for me to buy my people’s freedom.

5 I looked and there wasn’t anyone to help,[ref]

≈ and I was appalled that no one assisted,

but my power gave me victory,

≈ and my rage sustained me.

6 I trod down peoples in my anger,

and in my rage, I made them drunk,

and I poured their blood out on the ground.