CHAPTER 63
Who
is this
coming
from Edom,
from Bozrah
with crimson-stained
garments?
Who is this
robed
in splendor,
marching
in the greatness
of His strength?
“It is I
who speak
in righteousness,
mighty
to save.”
“I have trodden
the winepress alone,
and no
one
from the nations
was with Me.
I trampled
them in My anger
and trod them underfoot
in My fury;
their blood
spattered
My garments,
and all
My clothes
were stained.
I looked,
but there was no one
to help;
I was appalled
that no
one assisted;
so My arm
brought Me salvation,
and My own wrath
upheld Me.
I trampled
nations
in My anger;
in My wrath
I made them drunk
and poured out
their blood
on the ground.”
I will make known
the LORD’s
loving devotion
and His
praiseworthy acts,
because of
all
the LORD
has done for us—
even the many
good things
He has done for the house
of Israel
according to His compassion
and the abundance
of His loving devotion.
For He said,
“They
are surely
My people,
sons
who will not
be disloyal”;
and so He became
their
Savior.
In all
their distress,
He too was afflicted,
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
and became
their enemy
and He Himself
fought
against them.
Then His people
remembered
the days
of old,
the days of Moses.
Where
is He who brought them
through the sea
with
the shepherds
of His flock?
Where
is the One who set
His Holy
Spirit
among
them,
who sent
His glorious
arm
to lead them by the right hand
of Moses,
who divided
the waters
before them
to gain
for Himself
everlasting
renown,
Like cattle
going down
to the valley,
the Spirit
of the LORD
gave them rest.
You led
Your people
this way
to make
for Yourself
a glorious
name.
Look down
from heaven
and see,
from Your holy
and glorious
habitation.
Where
are Your zeal
and might?
Your yearning
and compassion
for me
are restrained.
Yet
You
are our Father,
though
Abraham
does not
know us
and Israel
does not
acknowledge us.
You,
O LORD,
are our Father;
our Redeemer
from of old
is Your name.
Why,
O LORD,
do You make us stray
from Your ways
and harden
our hearts
from fearing You?
Return,
for the sake
of Your servants,
the tribes
of Your heritage.
For a short while
Your people
possessed
Your holy place,
but our enemies
have trampled
Your sanctuary.