« دُستُ مِعصَرَةَ الخَمرِ وَحدِي، وَلَمْ يُساعِدنِي مِنَ الشُّعُوبِ أحَدٌ. مَشَيتُ عَلَيهِمْ فِي غَضَبِي، وَدُستُهُمْ فِي سَخَطِي. رُشَّتْ ثِيابِي بعَصِيرِهِمْ، فَتَلَطَّخَتْ كُلُّ مَلابِسِي.
I have trodden the winepress alone, and of the peoples there was no one with Me. I trod them in My anger and trampled them in My wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled upon My garments, and I stained all My raiment.
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