Revelation 14:9-20

English Standard Version

⁹And another angel, a third, followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If anyone ^(A)worships the beast and its image and receives ^(B)a mark on his forehead or on his hand, ¹⁰he also will drink ^(C)the wine of God's wrath, ^(D)poured full strength into the cup of his anger, and ^(E)he will be tormented with fire and sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb. ¹¹And ^(F)the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever, and ^(G)they have no rest, day or night, these ^(H)worshipers of the beast and its image, and whoever receives the mark of its name.”

¹²^(I)Here is a call for the endurance of the saints, those who ^(J)keep the commandments of God and their faith in Jesus.^[a]

¹³And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: ^(K)Blessed are the dead ^(L)who die in the Lord from now on.” “Blessed indeed,” says the Spirit, ^(M)“that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them!”

The Harvest of the Earth

¹⁴Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and seated on the cloud one ^(N)like a son of man, ^(O)with a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sickle in his hand. ¹⁵And another angel ^(P)came out of the temple, calling with a loud voice to him who sat on the cloud, ^(Q)“Put in your sickle, and reap, for the hour to reap has come, for ^(R)the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.” ¹⁶So he who sat on the cloud swung his sickle across the earth, and the earth was reaped.

¹⁷Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle. ¹⁸And another angel came out from the altar, ^(S)the angel who has authority over the fire, and he called with a loud voice to the one who had the sharp sickle, “Put in your sickle and gather the clusters from the vine of the earth, ^(T)for its grapes are ripe.” ¹⁹So the angel swung his sickle across the earth and gathered the grape harvest of the earth and threw it into the great ^(U)winepress of the wrath of God. ²⁰And ^(V)the winepress was trodden ^(W)outside the city, and blood flowed from the winepress, as high as ^(X)a horse's bridle, for 1,600 stadia.^[b]