³ “I have trodden the winepress^(A) alone;
    from the nations no one was with me.
I trampled^(B) them in my anger
    and trod them down in my wrath;^(C)
their blood spattered my garments,^(D)
    and I stained all my clothing.

¹³ Swing the sickle,^(A)
    for the harvest^(B) is ripe.
Come, trample the grapes,^(C)
    for the winepress^(D) is full
    and the vats overflow—
so great is their wickedness!”