² Why is your clothing red,
    and your garments like those of one who stomps on grapes?
³ I have pressed out in the vat by myself—from the peoples, no one was with me.
    I stomped on them in my anger,
    trampled them in my wrath.
Their blood splashed on my garments,
    and stained all my clothing,
⁴     because I intended a day of vengeance;
    the year of my deliverance had arrived.