³ “I have trodden the winepress alone,
    and there was no man from the peoples with me.
And I trod them in my anger,
    and I trampled them in my wrath,
and spattered their juice on my garments,
    and stained all my clothing,
⁴ for the day of vengeance was in my heart,
    and the year of my blood-vengeance has come!
⁵ And I looked, but^[a] there was no helper,
    and I was appalled, but^[b] there was no one who sustains,
so^[c] my arm came to assist me,
    and my wrath was what^[d] sustained me.