Who is this who comes from Edom With red-stained garments, from Bozrah? This One who is majestic in His apparel, Marching in the greatness of His strength? It is I who speak in righteousness, Mighty to save.

Why are you red in apparel, And your garments like those of him who treads in the winepress?

I have trodden the wine trough alone, And from the peoples there was no man with Me. And I trod them in My anger And trampled them in My wrath; And their lifeblood is sprinkled on My garments, And I have stained all My apparel.

For the day of recompense was in My heart, And the year of My redemption had come.

And I looked and there was no one to help; And I was appalled that there was no one to uphold. Therefore My own arm accomplished salvation for Me, And My wrath, it upheld Me.

And I trod down the peoples in My anger And made them drunk in My wrath, And I poured out their lifeblood upon the earth.

I will make mention of the lovingkindnesses of Jehovah, The praises of Jehovah, According to all that Jehovah has bestowed on us And the great goodness toward the house of Israel, Which He has bestowed on them according to His compassions And according to the multitude of His lovingkindnesses.

For He said, Surely, they are My people, Children who will not deal falsely; So He became their Savior.

In all their affliction He was afflicted, And the Angel of His presence saved them; In His love and in His mercy He redeemed them, And He bore them up and carried them All the days of old.

But they rebelled and grieved His Spirit of holiness; Therefore He turned to become their enemy; He fought against them.

Then He remembered the days of old, Moses and His people: Where is He who brought them up out of the sea With the shepherds of His flock? Where is He who put in their midst His Spirit of holiness;

Who made His glorious arm Go at the right hand of Moses; Who divided the waters before them, To make for Himself a name forever;

Who led them through the depths, Like a horse in the wilderness, And they did not stumble?

Like the cattle which go down into the valley, The Spirit of Jehovah caused them to rest. Thus did You lead Your people, To make for Yourself a glorious name.

Look down from heaven, And see from the habitation of Your holiness and Your beauty: Where are Your zeal and Your mighty acts? The stirring of Your inward parts And Your compassions are restrained toward me.

For You are our Father, Since Abraham does not know us, And Israel does not acknowledge us. You, Jehovah, are our Father; Our Redeemer from of old is Your name.

Why, O Jehovah, do You cause us to wander from Your ways And harden our hearts so that we do not fear You? Return for the sake of Your servants, The tribes of Your inheritance.

Your holy people have possessed Your sanctuary for a little while; Our adversaries have trodden it down.

We have become like those over whom You have never ruled, Like those who have not been called by Your name.