1Who is this that comes from Edom, red of garment from Bozrah? This one is honored in his clothing, marching in the abundance of his strength. I speak in righteousness, mighty to save.2Why is your clothing red, and your garments like those of one who treads in the wine press?3I have trodden the winepress alone, and from the peoples there was no man with me. I tread them in my anger and trample them in my rage, and their lifeblood is sprinkled upon my garments, and I defile all my clothing.4For the day of vengeance is in my heart, and the year of my redemption has come.5I look, and there is no one to help; I am desolate, and there is no one to support. My arm saves me, and my rage supports me.6I trample peoples in my anger and make them drunk in my rage, and I bring their lifeblood down to the land.