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“I have trodden the wine press alone.
    Of the peoples, no one was with me.
Yes, I trod them in my anger
    and trampled them in my wrath.
Their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments,
    and I have stained all my clothing.
For the day of vengeance was in my heart,
    and the year of my redeemed has come.
I looked, and there was no one to help;
    and I wondered that there was no one to uphold.
Therefore my own arm brought salvation to me.
    My own wrath upheld me.

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