Isaiah 63

Who is this coming from Edom, from Bozrah in stained garments, this one splendid in his clothing, leaning forward in his great strength?
“It is I, speaking in righteousness, mighty to save.” Why is your clothing red, and your garments like those of someone treading a winepress? “I have trodden the winepress alone;
from the peoples no one was with me.
I trod them in my anger and trampled them in my wrath;
their blood spattered my garments, and I stained all my clothing. For the day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redeemed had come. I looked, but there was no one to help;
I was appalled, but there was no one to uphold me.
So my own arm brought me salvation, and my wrath upheld me. I trampled the peoples in my anger and made them drunk in my wrath;
I poured their blood down to the earth.” I will recount the steadfast love of the LORD, the praises of the LORD, according to all that the LORD has bestowed on us, and the great goodness he has bestowed on the house of Israel according to his compassion and the abundance of his steadfast love. He said, “Surely they are my people, children who will not deal falsely.”
And he became their Savior. In all their distress he was distressed, 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. But they rebelled and grieved his Holy Spirit.
So he turned to be their enemy;
he himself fought against them. Then his people remembered the days of old, the days of Moses: “Where is he who brought them up from the sea with the shepherds of his flock?
Where is he who put his Holy Spirit within him, who made his glorious arm go at the right hand of Moses, who divided the waters before them to make for himself an everlasting name, who led them through the depths?
Like a horse in the wilderness, they did not stumble.” Like livestock going down into the valley, the Spirit of the LORD gave him rest.
So you led your people, to make for yourself a glorious name. Look down from heaven and see, from your holy and glorious dwelling.
Where are your zeal and your mighty deeds?
Your deep yearning and compassion are withheld from me. For you are our Father, though Abraham does not know us and Israel does not acknowledge us.
You, LORD, are our Father;
Our Redeemer from of Old is your name. Why, LORD, do you make us stray from your ways and harden our heart so that we do not fear you?
Return for the sake of your servants, the tribes of your inheritance. For a little while your holy people possessed it;
our adversaries have trampled your sanctuary. We have become like those over whom you never ruled, those who were not called by your name.

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