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I have trodden the winepress alone, and of the Gentiles there is not a man with me: I have trampled on them in my indignation, and have trodden them down in my wrath, and their blood is sprinkled upon my garments, and I have stained all my apparel.

For the day of vengeance is in my heart, the year of my redemption is come.

I looked about, and there was none to help: I sought, and there was none to give aid: and my own arm hath saved for me, and my indignation itself hath helped me.

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“I have trodden the winepress(A) alone;
    from the nations no one was with me.
I trampled(B) them in my anger
    and trod them down in my wrath;(C)
their blood spattered my garments,(D)
    and I stained all my clothing.
It was for me the day of vengeance;(E)
    the year for me to redeem had come.
I looked, but there was no one(F) to help,
    I was appalled that no one gave support;
so my own arm(G) achieved salvation for me,
    and my own wrath sustained me.(H)

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