1. Who is this coming from Edom, In crimsoned garments from Bozrah -- Who is this, majestic in attire, Pressing forward in His great might? "It is I, who contend victoriously, Powerful to give triumph."
2. Why is your clothing so red, Your garments like his who treads grapes?
3. "I trod out a vintage alone; Of the peoples no man was with Me. I trod them down in My anger, Trampled them in My rage; Their life-blood bespattered My garments, And all My clothing was stained.
4. For I had planned a day of vengeance, And My year of redemption arrived.
5. Then I looked, but there was none to help; I stared, but there was none to aid -- So My own arm wrought the triumph, And My own rage was My aid.
6. I trampled peoples in My anger, I made them drunk with My rage, And I hurled their glory to the ground."
7. I will recount the kind acts of the LORD, The praises of the LORD -- For all that the LORD has wrought for us, The vast bounty to the House of Israel That He bestowed upon them According to His mercy and His great kindness.
8. He thought: Surely they are My people, Children who will not play false. So He was their Deliverer.
9. In all their troubles He was troubled, And the angel of His Presence delivered them. In His love and pity He Himself redeemed them, Raised them, and exalted them All the days of old.
10. But they rebelled, and grieved His holy spirit; Then He became their enemy, And Himself made war against them.
11. Then they remembered the ancient days, Him, who pulled His people out [of the water]: "Where is He who brought them up from the Sea Along with the shepherd of His flock? Where is He who put In their midst His holy spirit,
12. Who made His glorious arm March at the right hand of Moses, Who divided the waters before them To make Himself a name for all time,
13. Who led them through the deeps So that they did not stumble -- As a horse in a desert,
14. Like a beast descending to the plain?" 'Twas the spirit of the LORD gave them rest; Thus did You shepherd Your people To win for Yourself a glorious name.
15. Look down from heaven and see, From Your holy and glorious height! Where is Your zeal, Your power? Your yearning and Your love Are being withheld from us!
16. Surely You are our Father: Though Abraham regard us not, And Israel recognize us not, You, O LORD, are our Father; From of old, Your name is "Our Redeemer."
17. Why, LORD, do You make us stray from Your ways, And turn our hearts away from revering You? Relent for the sake of Your servants, The tribes that are Your very own!
18. Our foes have trampled Your Sanctuary, Which Your holy people possessed but a little while.
19. We have become as a people You never ruled, To which Your name was never attached. If You would but tear open the heavens and come down, So that mountains would quake before You --
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