The Lord's Day of Vengeance

Isaiah 63

1 The watchmen call out, "Who goes there, marching out of Edom,
out of Bozrah in clothes dyed red?
Name yourself, so splendidly dressed,
advancing, bristling with power!" "It is I: I speak what is right,
I, mighty to save!"

2 "And why are your robes so red,
your clothes dyed red like those who tread grapes?"

3 "I've been treading the winepress alone.
No one was there to help me.
Angrily, I stomped the grapes;
raging, I trampled the people.
Their blood spurted all over me -
all my clothes were soaked with blood.
I was set on vengeance.
The time for redemption had arrived.
I looked around for someone to help
- no one.
I couldn't believe it
- not one volunteer.
So I went ahead and did it myself,
fed and fueled by my rage.
I trampled the people in my anger,
crushed them under foot in my wrath,
soaked the earth with their lifeblood."

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