3-6 “I’ve been treading the winepress alone.
    No one was there to help me.
Angrily, I stomped the grapes;
    raging, I trampled the people.
Their blood spurted all over me—
    all my clothes were soaked with blood.
I was set on vengeance.
    The time for redemption had arrived.
I looked around for someone to help
    —no one.
I couldn’t believe it
    —not one volunteer.
So I went ahead and did it myself,
    fed and fueled by my rage.
I trampled the people in my anger,
    crushed them under foot in my wrath,
    soaked the earth with their lifeblood.”

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It was for me the day of vengeance;(A)
    the year for me to redeem had come.
I looked, but there was no one(B) to help,
    I was appalled that no one gave support;
so my own arm(C) achieved salvation for me,
    and my own wrath sustained me.(D)
I trampled(E) the nations in my anger;
    in my wrath I made them drunk(F)
    and poured their blood(G) on the ground.”

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

And I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore mine own arm brought salvation unto me; and my fury, it upheld me.

And I will tread down the people in mine anger, and make them drunk in my fury, and I will bring down their strength to the earth.

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