Who is this that comes from Edom, with crimsoned garments from Bożra? this one that is glorious in his apparel, striding in the greatness of his strength? I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.

Why is thy apparel red, and thy garments like his that treads in the winepress?

I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the peoples there was none with me: for I have trodden them in my anger, and trampled them in my fury; and their blood was sprinkled upon my garments, and I have stained all my raiment.

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

And I looked and there was none to help; and I gazed astonished but there was none to uphold: therefore has my own arm brought salvation to me; and my fury, it has upheld me.

And I trod down peoples in my anger, and made them drunk with my fury, and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth:

I will mention the acts of the Lord’s faithful love, and the praises of the Lord, according to all that the Lord has bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Yisra᾽el which he has bestowed on them according to his mercies, and according to the abundance of his faithful love.

For he said, Surely they are my people, children that will not lie: so he was their deliverer.

In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bore them, and carried them all the days of old.

But they rebelled, and vexed his holy spirit: therefore he was turned to be their enemy, and he fought against them.

Then he remembered the days of old, Moshe, and his people saying, Where is he that brought them up out of the sea with the shepherds of his flock? where is he that put his holy spirit within him?

That caused his glorious arm to go at the right hand of Moshe, dividing the water before them, to make himself an everlasting name?

That led them through the deep, like a horse in the wilderness, that they should not stumble?

Like cattle going down into the valley, the spirit of the Lord gave them rest. So Thou didst lead Thy people, to make Thyself a glorious name.

Look down from heaven and see; from the habitation of Thy holiness and of Thy glory: where is Thy zeal and Thy mighty acts? Thy compassion and Thy mercies are withheld from me.

Thou art our father, though Avraham be ignorant of us, and Yisra᾽el acknowledge us not: Thou, O Lord, art our father, our redeemer; Thy name is from everlasting.

O Lord, why hast Thou made us to stray from Thy ways, and hardened our heart from Thy fear? Return for Thy servants’ sake, the tribes of Thy inheritance.

The people of Thy holiness possessed it but a little while: our adversaries have trodden down Thy sanctuary.

We have become like those over whom Thou never didst rule, who were not called by Thy name. Oh, that Thou wouldst rend the heavens, that Thou wouldst come down, that the mountains would melt away at Thy presence.