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Isaiah 63:3

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I have trodden the winepress alone: and of the Gentiles there is not a man with me. I have trampled on them in my indignation and have trodden them down in my wrath. And their blood is sprinkled upon my garments: and I have stained all my apparel.

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And you shall tread down the wicked when they shall be ashes under the sole of your feet in the day that I do this, saith the Lord of hosts.

And my enemy shall behold, and she shall be covered with shame, who saith to me: Where is the Lord thy God? My eyes shall look down upon her: now shall she be trodden under foot as the mire of the streets.

And they shall be as mighty men, treading under foot the mire of the ways in battle: and they shall fight, because the Lord is with them, and the riders of horses shall be confounded.

Samech. The Lord hath taken away all my mighty men out of the midst of me: he hath called against me the time, to destroy my chosen men: the Lord hath trodden the winepress for the virgin daughter of Juda.

And I have trodden down the people in my wrath and have made them drunk in my indignation: and have brought down their strength to the earth.

For it is a day of slaughter and of treading down, and of weeping to the Lord the God of hosts in the valley of vision: searching the wall, and magnificent upon the mountain.

For the hand of the Lord shall rest in this mountain: and Moab shall be trodden down under him, as straw is broken in pieces with the wain.

And he said to them: Throw her down headlong. And they threw her down. And the wall was sprinkled with her blood: and the hoofs of the horses trod upon her.

He setteth up his tail like a cedar: the sinews of his testicles are wrapped together.

The crown of pride of the drunkards of Ephraim shall be trodden under feet.

He put on justice as a breastplate, and a helmet of salvation upon his head: he put on the garments of vengeance and was clad with zeal as with a cloak.

Put ye in the sickles, for the harvest is ripe: come and go down, for the press is full, the fats run over: for their wickedness is multiplied.

Tying his foal to the vineyard, and his ass, O my son, to the vine. He shall wash his robe in wine, and his garment in the blood of the grape.




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