2 Why are your clothes red,

and your garments like one who treads a winepress?j

3 I trampled the winepress alone,

and no one from the nations was with me.

I trampled them in my anger

and ground them underfoot in my fury;

their blood spattered my garments,

and all my clothes were stained.

4 For I planned the day of vengeance,k

and the year of my redemptionD came.