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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.
For I planned the day of vengeance,(A)
and the year of my redemption[a] came.
I looked, but there was no one to help,(B)
and I was amazed that no one assisted;
so my arm accomplished victory for me,
and my wrath assisted me.

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  1. 63:4 Or blood retribution