A reading from the book of Isaiah.

Who is this who comes from Edom, in crimsoned garments from Bozra?

He who is splendid in his apparel, marching in the greatness of his strength.

It is I, speaking in righteousness, mighty to save. Why is your apparel red and your garments like his who treads in the wine-press?

I have troddened 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 life-blood spattered on my garments and stained

all my apparel. For the day of vengeance was in my heart, and my year of redemption had come.

I looked, but there was no one to help. I was appalled, but there was no one to uphold. So my own arm brought me salvation,

and my wrath upheld me. I trampled down the peoples in my anger. I made them drunk in my wrath,

and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.

I will recount the steadfast love of the Lord, the praises of the Lord, according to all that

the Lord has granted us, and the great goodness to the House of Israel that He has granted

them according to his compassion, according to the abundance of his steadfast love.

For he said, surely they are my people, children who will not deal falsely, and he became their

savior. In all their affliction, he was afflicted, and the angel of His presence saved them.

In his love and in his pity he redeemed them.

He lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.

But they rebelled and grieved His Holy Spirit.

Therefore he turned to be their enemy and himself fought against them. Then he remembered

the days of old, of Moses and his people. Where is he who brought them up out of the sea with the

shepherds of his flock? Where is he who put in the midst of them his Holy Spirit, who caused his glorious

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