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Who is this, gloriously robed in His splendour,
marching onward in the greatness of His strength?
“It is I, proclaiming vindication,
mighty to save.”
2 “Why are your robes red,
and Your garments like one who treads the winepress?”
3 “I have trodden the winepress alone,
and from the nations no one was with Me.
I trampled them in My anger,
and trod them down in My fury;
their blood spattered across My garments,
and stained all My robes.
4 For the day of vengeance was in My heart,
and the year of My redemption has come.
5 I looked, but there was no one to help,
and I was amazed that no one gave assistance;
therefore My own arm brought Me victory,
and My wrath sustained Me.
6 I trampled down the nations in My anger;
I made them drunk in My fury,
and poured out their blood on the ground.”
7 I will recount the kindnesses of the Lord,
and the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord,
according to all that the Lord has done for us,
for the many good things
He has done for the house of Israel,
according to the abundance of His faithful love.
8 He said, “Surely they are My people,
sons who will not be false to Me;”
so He became their Saviour.
9 In all their affliction, He was also afflicted,
and the Angel of His Presence saved them.
In His love and compassion He redeemed them;
He lifted them up and carried them
all the days of old.
10 Yet they rebelled and grieved His Holy Spirit;
so He turned against them and became an enemy,
and He Himself fought against them.
11 Then His people remembered the days of old,
the days of Moses and his people.
“Where is He who brought them up out of the sea,
with the shepherds of His flock?
Where is He who put
His Holy Spirit within them?”
12 He sent His glorious arm of strength
to be by the right hand of Moses,
who divided the water before them,
to make for Himself an everlasting renown,
13 and led them through the depths,
like a horse in the wilderness,
they did not stumble.
14 Like cattle that go down into the valley,
the Spirit of the Lord gave them rest.
This is how You led Your people,
to make for Yourself a glorious name.
15 Look down from heaven and see,
from Your holy and glorious habitation.
Where is Your zeal and Your might?
The yearning of Your heart and Your compassion
are withheld from me.
16 But You are our father,
though Abraham does not know us,
and Israel does not acknowledge us.
You, O Lord, are our Father;
from ancient times, our Redeemer is Your name.
17 Why, O Lord, do You make us stray from Your ways?
You harden our hearts so we do not fear You.
Return for the sake of Your servants,
the tribes of Your inheritance.
18 Your holy people took possession for a little while,
but now our enemies have trampled down Your sanctuary.
19 From of old we are yours,
Yet we have become like those You never ruled over,
like those who have never been called by Your name.