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“I have trodden the winepress alone—
from the peoples, no man was with Me.
I trod them in My anger,
    and trampled them in My wrath.
Their lifeblood spattered My garments,
    so I stained all My robes.
For a day of vengeance was in My heart,
and My year of redemption has come.
I looked, but there was no one to help.
I was amazed, but no one was assisting.
So My own arm won victory for Me,
    and My wrath upheld Me.

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