14 I Looked,
And there before me was a White Cloud,
And on the Cloud
Was One like The Son of Man
With a Crown of Gold on His Head
And a Sharp Sickle in His Hand.
15 Still another Angel,
Who had Charge of the Fire,
Came from the Altar
And Called in a Loud Voice
To Him Who had the Sharp Sickle,
“TAKE YOUR SHARP SICKLE
AND GATHER THE CLUSTERS OF GRAPES
FROM THE EARTH’S VINE,
BECAUSE ITS GRAPES ARE RIPE.
16 So He Who was Seated on the Cloud
SWUNG HIS SICKLE OVER THE EARTH,
GATHERED ITS GRAPES
AND THREW THEM
INTO THE GREAT WINEPRESS
OF GOD’S WRATH.
20 THEY WERE TRAMPLED IN THE WINEPRESS
OUTSIDE THE CITY,
AND BLOOD FLOWED OUT OF THE PRESS,
RISING AS HIGH AS A HORSES’ BRIDLE
FOR A DISTANCE OF 180 MILES.
(Revelation 14:14-20, NIV)
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