¹⁷ Another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle.^{(A) 18} Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar^(B) and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Take your sharp sickle^(C) and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth’s vine, because its grapes are ripe.” ¹⁹ The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.^{(D) 20} They were trampled in the winepress^(E) outside the city,^(F) and blood^(G) flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.^[a]