¹⁸ Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar^(A) and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Take your sharp sickle^(B) 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.^{(C) 20} They were trampled in the winepress^(D) outside the city,^(E) and blood^(F) flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.^[a]