<p class="poetry">&#8220;I have stomped grapes in the winepress all by myself;p> <p class="poetry">no one from the nations joined me.p> <p class="poetry">I stomped on them<n id="1" /> in my anger;p> <p class="poetry">I trampled them down in my rage.p> <p class="poetry">Their juice splashed on my garments,p> <p class="poetry">and stained<n id="2" /> all my clothes.p>

From that time<n id="1" /> when one came expecting a heap of twenty measures, there were only ten; when one came to the wine vat to draw out fifty measures from it, there were only twenty.