Rotherham(i)
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.