GOD’S GREAT WINEPRESS

 

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)