Vengeance on Edom
1“Who is this that comes from Edom,
from Bozrah in garments stained crimson?
Who is this so splendidly robed,
marching in his great might?”
“It is I, announcing vindication,
mighty to save.”
2“Why are your robes red,
and your garments like theirs who tread the wine press?”
3“I have trodden the wine press alone,
and from the peoples no one was with me;
I trod them in my anger
and trampled them in my wrath;
their juice spattered on my garments,
and stained all my robes.4For the day of vengeance was in my heart,
and the year for my redeeming work had come.5I looked, but there was no helper;
I stared, but there was no one to sustain me;
so my own arm brought me victory,
and my wrath sustained me.6I trampled down peoples in my anger,
I crushed them in my wrath,
and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.”
God's Mercy Remembered
7I will recount the gracious deeds of the Lord,
the praiseworthy acts of the Lord,
because of all that the Lord has done for us,
and the great favor to the house of Israel
that he has shown them according to his mercy,
according to the abundance of his steadfast love.8For he said, “Surely they are my people,
children who will not deal falsely”;
and he became their savior9in all their distress.
It was no messenger or angel
but his presence that saved them;
in his love and in his pity he redeemed them;
he lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.
10But they rebelled
and grieved his holy spirit;
therefore he became their enemy;
he himself fought against them.11Then they remembered the days of old,
of Moses his servant.
Where is the one who brought them up out of the sea
with the shepherds of his flock?
Where is the one who put within them
his holy spirit,12who caused his glorious arm
to march at the right hand of Moses,
who divided the waters before them
to make for himself an everlasting name,13who led them through the depths?
Like a horse in the desert,
they did not stumble.14Like cattle that go down into the valley,
the spirit of the Lord gave them rest.
Thus you led your people,
to make for yourself a glorious name.A Prayer of Penitence
15Look down from heaven and see,
from your holy and glorious habitation.
Where are your zeal and your might?
The yearning of your heart and your compassion?
They are withheld from me.16For 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.17Why, O Lord, do you make us stray from your ways
and harden our heart, so that we do not fear you?
Turn back for the sake of your servants,
for the sake of the tribes that are your heritage.18Your holy people took possession for a little while;
but now our adversaries have trampled down your sanctuary.19We have long been like those whom you do not rule,
like those not called by your name.
Chapter 641O that you would tear open the heavens and come down,
so that the mountains would quake at your presence—2 as when fire kindles brushwood
and the fire causes water to boil—
to make your name known to your adversaries,
so that the nations might tremble at your presence!3When you did awesome deeds that we did not expect,
you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.4From ages past no one has heard,
no ear has perceived,
no eye has seen any God besides you,
who works for those who wait for him.5You meet those who gladly do right,
those who remember you in your ways.
But you were angry, and we sinned;
because you hid yourself we transgressed.6We have all become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous deeds are like a filthy cloth.
We all fade like a leaf,
and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.7There is no one who calls on your name,
or attempts to take hold of you;
for you have hidden your face from us,
and have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.8Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.9Do not be exceedingly angry, O Lord,
and do not remember iniquity forever.
Now consider, we are all your people.10Your holy cities have become a wilderness,
Zion has become a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.11Our holy and beautiful house,
where our ancestors praised you,
has been burned by fire,
and all our pleasant places have become ruins.12After all this, will you restrain yourself, O Lord?
Will you keep silent, and punish us so severely?