And the winepress was trodden without the city, and there came out blood from the winepress, even unto the bridles of the horses, as far as a thousand and six hundred furlongs.\par
The Lord hath set at nought all my mighty men in the midst of me;\par\tab He hath called a solemn assembly against me to crush my young men:\par\tab The Lord hath trodden as in a winepress the virgin daughter of Judah.
And they shall go forth, and look upon the dead bodies of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh.\par
Butter of the herd, and milk of the flock, With fat of lambs, And rams of the breed of Bashan, and goats, With the finest of the wheat; And of the blood of the grape thou drankest wine.