Isaiah 63:1-5 Who, is this, coming in from Edom, With bright–red garments, from Bozrah? This, made splendid in his raiment, Marching on in the greatness of his strength? I, speaking in righteousness, Mighty to save.

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Who, is this, coming in from Edom, With bright–red garments, from Bozrah? This, made splendid in his raiment, Marching on in the greatness of his strength? I, speaking in righteousness, Mighty to save. ² Wherefore, is there red, on thy raiment,––And thy garments, as of one treading in a wine–trough? ³ A winepress, have I trodden, alone, And, of the peoples, there was no, man with me. So I trod them down, in mine anger, And trampled upon them, in mine indignation,––And their life–blood besprinkled my garments, And, all mine apparel, I defiled; ⁴ For, a day of avenging, was in my heart, And, the year of my redeemed, had come. ⁵ Therefore looked I around, and there was none to help,––And I was astonished, that there was none to uphold,––So, mine own arm, brought me salvation, And, mine indignation, the same, upheld me;