Reaping the Earth’s Harvest

14 Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat One like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle. 15 And another angel (A)came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, (B)“Thrust in Your sickle and reap, for the time has come [a]for You to reap, for the harvest (C)of the earth is ripe.” 16 So He who sat on the cloud thrust in His sickle on the earth, and the earth was reaped.

Reaping the Grapes of Wrath

17 Then another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.

18 And another angel came out from the altar, (D)who had power over fire, and he cried with a loud cry to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, (E)“Thrust in your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for her grapes are fully ripe.” 19 So the angel thrust his sickle into the earth and gathered the vine of the earth, and threw it into (F)the great winepress of the wrath of God. 20 And (G)the winepress was trampled (H)outside the city, and blood came out of the winepress, (I)up to the horses’ bridles, for one thousand six hundred [b]furlongs.

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Footnotes

  1. Revelation 14:15 NU, M omit for You
  2. Revelation 14:20 Lit. stadia, about 184 miles in all

14 And I saw, and lo, a white cloud, and upon the cloud [one] sitting like to a son of man, having upon his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle;

15 and another messenger did come forth out of the sanctuary crying in a great voice to him who is sitting upon the cloud, `Send forth thy sickle and reap, because come to thee hath the hour of reaping, because ripe hath been the harvest of the earth;'

16 and he who is sitting upon the cloud did put forth his sickle upon the earth, and the earth was reaped.

17 And another messenger did come forth out of the sanctuary that [is] in the heaven, having -- he also -- a sharp sickle,

18 and another messenger did come forth out from the altar, having authority over the fire, and he called with a great cry to him having the sharp sickle, saying, `Send forth thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, because come to perfection have her grapes;'

19 and the messenger did put forth his sickle to the earth, and did gather the vine of the earth, and did cast [it] to the great wine-press of the wrath of God;

20 and trodden was the wine-press outside of the city, and blood did come forth out of the wine-press -- unto the bridles of the horses, a thousand, six hundred furlongs.

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