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“Why are your robes red
    and your garments like theirs who tread the winepress?”(A)

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“I have trodden the winepress alone,
    and from the peoples no one was with me;
I trod them in my anger
    and trampled them in my wrath;
their juice spattered on my garments,
    and I stained all my robes.(A)

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14 Stand, therefore, and belt your waist with truth and put on the breastplate of righteousness(A)

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But since we belong to the day, let us be sober and put on the breastplate of faith and love and for a helmet the hope of salvation.(A)

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