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14 And I looked. And there was a white cloud. And upon the cloud, One sitting Who looks like the Son of Man; having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle.

15 And another angel came out of the Temple, crying with a loud voice to Him Who sat on the cloud, “Thrust in your sickle and reap! For the time has come to reap! For the harvest of the earth is ripe!”

16 And He Who sat on the cloud thrust in His sickle on the earth. And the earth was reaped.

17 Then another angel came out of the Temple, which is in Heaven, having also a sharp sickle.

18 And another angel came out from the altar - who had power over fire - and cried with a loud cry to him who had the sharp sickle, and said, “Thrust in your sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vineyard of the earth! For her grapes are ripe!”

19 And the angel thrust in his sharp sickle on the earth, and cut down the vines of the vineyard of the earth and cast them into that great winepress of the wrath of God.

20 And the winepress was trampled outside the City. And blood flowed out of the winepress, up to the horses’ bridles, for the space of 1600 furlongs.

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