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`Wherefore [is] thy clothing red? And thy garments as treading in a wine fat?'

-- `A wine-press I have trodden by myself, And of the peoples there is no one with me, And I tread them in mine anger, And I trample them in my fury, Sprinkled is their strength on my garments, And all my clothing I have polluted.

For the day of vengeance [is] in my heart, And the year of my redeemed hath come.

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