A reading from the book of Isaiah.

Who is this who comes from Edom, and crimsoned garments from Basra?

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 trod in the wine press alone, and from the peoples no one was with me.

I trot them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath.

Their lifeblood 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, and 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 arm to go at the right hand of Moses, who

divided the waters before them, to make for himself an everlasting name, who led them through

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