Isaiah
63 Who is this coming from Eʹdom,+
From Bozʹrah+ with bright-colored* garments,
This one with splendid clothing,
Marching in his great power?
“It is I, the One speaking in righteousness,
The One with great power to save.”
2 Why is your clothing red,
And why are your garments like those of one treading the winepress?+
3 “I have trodden the wine trough alone.
No one from the peoples was with me.
I kept treading them in my anger,
And I kept trampling them in my wrath.+
My garments were spattered with their blood,
And I have stained all my clothing.
4 For the day of vengeance is in my heart,+
And the year of my repurchased ones has come.
5 I looked, but there was no one to help;
I was appalled that no one offered support.
6 I trampled peoples in my anger,
I made them drunk with my wrath+
And poured out their blood on the ground.”
7 I will mention Jehovah’s acts of loyal love,
The praiseworthy acts of Jehovah,
Because of all that Jehovah has done for us,+
The many good things he has done for the house of Israel,
According to his mercy and his great loyal love.
8 For he said: “Surely they are my people, sons who will not be disloyal.”*+
So he became their Savior.+
9 During all their distress it was distressing to him.+
And his own personal messenger* saved them.+
In his love and compassion he repurchased them,+
And he lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.+
10 But they rebelled+ and grieved his holy spirit.+
11 And they remembered the days of old,
The days of Moses his servant:
“Where is the One who brought them up out of the sea+ with the shepherds of his flock?+
Where is the One who put within him His holy spirit,+
12 The One who made His glorious arm go with the right hand of Moses,+
The One who split the waters before them+
To make an everlasting name for himself,+
13 The One who made them walk through the surging waters,*
So that they walked without stumbling,
Like a horse in the open country?*
14 Just like livestock when they go down into the valley plain,
The spirit of Jehovah made them rest.”+
15 Look down from heaven and see
From your lofty abode of holiness and glory.*
They are withheld from me.
16 For you are our Father;+
Although Abraham may not know us
And Israel may not recognize us,
You, O Jehovah, are our Father.
Our Repurchaser of long ago is your name.+
17 Why do you, O Jehovah, let us* wander from your ways?
Why do you let* our hearts become hard, so that we do not fear you?+
Return, for the sake of your servants,
The tribes of your inheritance.+
18 Your holy people possessed it for a short time.
Our adversaries have trampled on your sanctuary.+
19 For too long we have become like those you never ruled over,
Like those never called by your name.