³ And Samson was there till the middle of the night; then he got up, and took a grip on the doors of the town, pulling them up, together with their two supports and their locks, and put them on his back and took them up to the top of the hill in front of Hebron.

¹⁶ The doors of brass are broken by his arm, and the bands of iron are cut in two.

¹ Who is this who comes from Edom, with blood-red robes from Bozrah? he whose clothing is fair, stepping with pride in his great strength? I whose glory is in the right, strong for salvation.

² Why is your clothing red, and why are your robes like those of one who is crushing the grapes?

³ I have been crushing the grapes by myself, and of the peoples there was no man with me: in my wrath and in my passion, they were crushed under my feet; and my robes are marked with their life-blood, and all my clothing is red.

⁴ For the day of punishment is in my heart, and the year for the payment of the price for my people has come.

⁵ And I saw that there was no helper, and I was wondering that no one gave them support: so my arm did the work of salvation, and my wrath was my support.

¹³ The opener of the way will go up before them: forcing their way out they will go on to the doorway and out through it: their king will go on before them, and the Lord at their head.

²⁴ But God gave him back to life, having made him free from the pains of death because it was not possible for him to be overcome by it.