Isaiah 63:1-7 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; 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.
⁷ The lovingkindness of Yahweh, will I recall, the praises of Yahweh, According to all that Yahweh, hath bestowed upon us,––Even the abundance of goodness to the house of Israel, Which he bestowed upon them––According to his compassions, and, According to the abundance of his lovingkindness.