« 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 from the peoples no one was with Me. For I have trodden them in My anger, And trampled them in My fury; Their blood is sprinkled upon My garments, And I have stained all My robes.
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