2. So then, why is your garment red, and why are your vestments like the ones of those who tread the winepress?
3. I have trod the winepress alone. And among the nations, there is no man beside me. I have trampled on them in my fury, and I have tread them down in my wrath. And so, their blood has been sprinkled on my vestments, and I have stained all my garments.
4. For the day of vengeance is in my heart. The year of my redemption has arrived.