« 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 wine trough alone, And from the peoples there was no man with Me. I also trod them in My anger And trampled them in My wrath; And their lifeblood is sprinkled on My garments, And I stained all My raiment.
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