Looking unto Jesus a view of the everlasting gospel, or, the souls eying of…

to which Christ answers, I have trodden the wine-press alone, — and I will tread them in mine anger. I was trod, and pressed, till the very blood streamed out of my hands, and feet, and side, so pressed, that they pressed the very soul out of my body. See here, Behold my hands, and my feet, and my side; that it is I my self, I have tread the wine-press alone. But as I was trod, so I will tread; up he gets, and he treads on them that trod on him, his enemies of Edom and Bozrah, are now like so many clusters under his feet, and he tramples upon them, as upon Grapes in a fat, till he makes the blood spring out of them, and all to sprinkle his garments, as if he had come out of the wine press indeed. See here a double sight, his own blood, and his enemies blood; here's the blood of the Lamb that was slain, and the blood of the Dragon that was trodden upon; here's a show both of his passion, and his resurrection; of his suffering and triumphing, — another text of this nature; And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thy hands? then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends. ¹I know in the stead of Christ some have employed these words to the false Prophets, as if they had passed through the Churches discipline, and so had received their wounds. But others refer them to Jesus Christ, of whom without controversy the next verse speaks; and of whom the first verse of this chapter speaks, and to whom after a long Parenthesis the Prophet seems to return; And one shall say unto him (who was the fountain opened) what are these wounds in thy hands? or as the Septuagint, in the midst of thy hands? a wonder it is to see those prints, and scars in the hands of Christ; and therefore is the question, What are these wounds? to which Christ answers, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends (i.e.) in the house of my beloved, the children of Israel, my brethren according to the flesh, the people of the Jews; why these are the wounds they gave me, and which now I show as the signs of my victory, and as the marks of my resurrection.

to which Christ answers, I have troden the wine-press alone, — and I will tread them in mine anger. I was troad, and pressed, till the very blood streamed out of my hands, and feet, and side, so pressed, that they pressed the very soul out of my body. See here, Behold my hands, and my feet, and my side; that it is I my self, I have tread the wine-press alone. But as I was troad, so I will tread; up he gets, and he treads on them that troad on him, his enemies of Edom and Bozrah, are now like so many clusters under his feet, and he tramples upon them, as upon Grapes in a fat, till he makes the blood spring out of them, and all to sprinkle his garments, as if he had come out of the wine press indeed. See here a double sight, his own blood, and his enemies blood; here's the blood of the Lamb that was slain, and the blood of the Dragon that was troaden upon; here's a show both of his passion, and his resurrection; of his suffering and triumphing, — another text of this nature; And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thy hands? then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.