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1 Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed gar­ments from Bozrah? this that is glo­ri­ous in his ap­par­el, trav­el­ling in the great­ness of his strength? I that speak in righ­teous­ness, mighty to save. 2 Where­fore art thou red in thine ap­par­el, and thy gar­ments like him that tread­eth in the wine­fat? 3 I have trod­den the wine­press alone; and of the peo­ple there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and tram­ple them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprin­kled upon my gar­ments, and I will stain all my rai­ment. 4 For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my re­deemed is come. 5 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. 6 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. 7 I will men­tion the lov­ingkind­ness­es of the LORD, and the prais­es of the LORD, ac­cord­ing to all that the LORD hath be­stowed on us, and the great good­ness to­ward the house of Is­rael, which he hath be­stowed on them ac­cord­ing to his mer­cies, and ac­cord­ing to the mul­ti­tude of his lov­ingkind­ness­es. 8 For he said, Sure­ly they are my peo­ple, chil­dren that will not lie: so he was their Saviour. 9 In all their af­flic­tion he was af­flict­ed, and the an­gel of his pres­ence saved them: in his love and in his pity he re­deemed them; and he bare them, and car­ried them all the days of old. 10 But they re­belled, and vexed his holy Spir­it: there­fore he was turned to be their en­e­my, and he fought against them. 11 Then he re­mem­bered the days of old, Moses, and his peo­ple, saying, Where is he that brought them up out of the sea with the shep­herd of his flock? where is he that put his holy Spir­it with­in him? 12 That led them by the right hand of Moses with his glo­ri­ous arm, di­vid­ing the wa­ter be­fore them, to make him­self an ev­er­last­ing name? 13 That led them through the deep, as an horse in the wilder­ness, that they should not stum­ble? 14 As a beast goeth down into the val­ley, the Spir­it of the LORD caused him to rest: so didst thou lead thy peo­ple, to make thy­self a glo­ri­ous name. 15 Look down from heav­en, and be­hold from the habi­ta­tion of thy ho­li­ness and of thy glo­ry: where is thy zeal and thy strength, the sound­ing of thy bow­els and of thy mer­cies to­ward me? are they re­strained? 16 Doubt­less thou art our fa­ther, though Abra­ham be ig­no­rant of us, and Is­rael ac­knowl­edge us not: thou, O LORD, art our fa­ther, our re­deemer; thy name is from ev­er­last­ing. 17 O LORD, why hast thou made us to err from thy ways, and hard­ened our heart from thy fear? Re­turn for thy ser­vants' sake, the tribes of thine in­her­i­tance. 18 The peo­ple of thy ho­li­ness have pos­sessed it but a lit­tle while: our ad­ver­saries have trod­den down thy sanc­tu­ary. 19 We are thine: thou nev­er barest rule over them; they were not called by thy name.