I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the peoples there was no man with me: yea, I trod them in mine anger, and trampled them in my wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled upon my garments, and I have stained all my raiment.
Y aloone stampide þe presse, and of folkis no man is with me; Y stampide hem in my stronge veniaunce, and Y defoulide hem in my wrathþe; and her blood is spreynt on my clothis, and Y made foul alle my clothis.