Vengeance of Yahweh
Who is this who comes from Edom,
With garments of glowing colors from Bozrah,
This One who is majestic in His clothing,
Marching in the greatness of His power?
“It is I who speak in righteousness, mighty to save.”
2 Why is Your clothing red,
And Your garments like the one who treads in the wine press?
3 “I have trodden the wine trough alone,
And from the peoples there was no man with Me.
I also trod them in My anger
And trampled them in My wrath;
And their lifeblood is sprinkled on My garments,
And I stained all My clothes.
4 For the day of vengeance was in My heart,
And My year of redemption has come.
5 I looked, and there was no one to help,
And I was astonished, and there was no one to uphold;
So My own arm brought salvation to Me,
And My wrath upheld Me.
6 I trod down the peoples in My anger
And made them drunk in My wrath,
And I brought down their lifeblood to the earth.”
Remember the Lovingkindness of Yahweh
7 I shall bring to remembrance the lovingkindnesses of Yahweh, the praises of Yahweh,
According to all the ways that Yahweh has dealt bountifully with us,
And the abundant goodness toward the house of Israel,
Which He has dealt bountifully to them according to His compassion
And according to the abundance of His lovingkindnesses.
8 And He said, “Surely, they are My people,
Sons who will not deal falsely.”
So He became their Savior.
9 In all their distress He was distressed,
And the angel of His presence saved them;
In His love and in His mercy He redeemed them,
And He lifted them and carried them all the ancient days.
10 But they rebelled
And grieved His Holy Spirit;
Therefore He turned Himself to become their enemy;
He fought against them.
11 Then His people remembered the ancient days, of Moses.
Where is He who brought them up out of the sea with the shepherds of His flock?
Where is He who put His Holy Spirit in the midst of them,
12 Who caused His glorious arm to go at the right hand of Moses,
Who split the waters before them to make for Himself an everlasting name,
13 Who led them through the depths?
Like the horse in the wilderness, they did not stumble;
14 As the cattle which go down into the valley,
The Spirit of Yahweh gave them rest.
So You led Your people,
To make for Yourself a glorious name.
Prayer for Mercy and Help
15 Look down from heaven and see from Your holy and glorious habitation;
Where are Your zeal and Your mighty deeds?
The tumults within You and Your compassion are restrained toward me.
16 For You are our Father, though Abraham does not know us
And Israel does not recognize us.
You, O Yahweh, are our Father,
Our Redeemer from everlasting is Your name.
17 Why, O Yahweh, do You cause us to stray from Your ways
And stiffen our heart from fearing You?
Return for the sake of Your slaves, the tribes of Your inheritance.
18 Your holy people possessed Your sanctuary for a little while;
Our adversaries have trodden it down.
19 We have become like those over whom You have never ruled,
Like those who were not called by Your name.
Oh, that You would rend the heavens and come down,
That the mountains might quake at Your presence—
2 As fire kindles the brushwood, as fire causes water to boil—
To make Your name known to Your adversaries,
That the nations may tremble at Your presence!
3 When You did awesome things for which we did not hope,
You came down; the mountains quaked at Your presence.
4 For from ancient times they have not heard or given ear,
Nor has the eye seen a God besides You,
Who acts in behalf of the one who waits for Him.
5 You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness,
Who remembers You in Your ways.
Behold, You were angry; indeed we have sinned—
We continued in them a long time—
And shall we be saved?
6 For all of us have become like one who is unclean,
And all our righteous deeds are like a filthy garment;
And all of us wither like a leaf,
And our iniquities, like the wind, carry us away.
7 There is no one who calls on Your name,
Who awakens himself to take hold of You,
For You have hidden Your face from us
And have melted us into the hand of our iniquities.
8 But now, O Yahweh, You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand.
9 Do not be angry beyond measure, O Yahweh,
Nor remember iniquity forever;
Behold, look now, all of us are Your people.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness;
Zion has become a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and glorious house,
Where our fathers praised You,
Has been burned by fire;
And all our precious things have become a waste place.
12 Will You restrain Yourself at these things, O Yahweh?
Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?