And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.

Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and stablisheth a city by iniquity! / Behold, is it not of the LORD of hosts that the people shall labour in the very fire, and the people shall weary themselves for very vanity? / For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.

Many pastors have destroyed my vineyard, they have trodden my portion under foot, they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.

A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back.

The wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood