P isado he yo solo el lagar, y de los pueblos nadie fué conmigo: pisélos con mi ira, y hollélos con mi furor; y su sangre salpicó mis vestidos, y ensucié todas mis ropas.
“I have trodden the wine press alone; and of the peoples, no one was with me: Yes, I trod them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath. Their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.
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