Against an impious nation I send him, and against a people under my wrath I order him To seize plunder, carry off loot, and to trample them like the mud of the street.
“The wine press I have trodden alone, and from the peoples no one was with me. I trod them in my anger, and trampled them down in my wrath; Their blood spurted on my garments, all my apparel I stained.
O Hope of Israel, Lord! all who forsake you shall be put to shame; The rebels shall be enrolled in the netherworld; they have forsaken the Lord, source of living waters.
Together they will be like warriors, trampling the mud of the streets in battle. They will wage war because the Lord is with them, and will put the horsemen to shame.
You see for yourself today that the Lord just now delivered you into my hand in the cave. I was told to kill you, but I took pity on you instead. I decided, ‘I will not raise a hand against my master, for he is the Lord’s anointed.’