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 then, 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; 6 Then trod I down peoples in mine anger, And make them drunk with mine indignation, And brought down to the earth their life-blood.