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“I have trodden the winepress alone;
    not one of the nations came to my aid.
I trod the nations in my anger
    and trampled them in my wrath.
Their blood spurted out all over my garments
    and stained all my robes.
I resolved in my heart on a day of vengeance,
    and my year for redeeming was at hand.
I looked all around, but there was no one to help;
    I was outraged that no one offered any assistance.
Even so, my own arm brought me victory
    and my wrath sustained me.

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