14 ¹⁴ Then as I looked there appeared a white cloud, and on the cloud sat one like a son of man. He had on his head a crown of gold and in his hand a sharp sickle. 14 ¹⁵ Another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who sat on the cloud: 'Stretch out your sickle and reap; for harvest-time has come, and earth's crop is over-ripe.' 14 ¹⁶ So he who sat on the cloud put his sickle to the earth and its harvest was reaped.

14 ¹⁷ Then another angel came out of the heavenly temple, and he also had a sharp sickle. 14 ¹⁸ Then from the altar came yet another, the angel who has authority over fire, and he shouted to the one with the sharp sickle: 'Stretch out your sickle, and gather in earth's grape-harvest, for its clusters are ripe.' 14 ¹⁹ So the angel put his sickle to the earth and gathered in its grapes, and threw them into the great winepress of God's wrath. 14 ²⁰ The winepress was trodden outside the city, and for two hundred miles around blood flowed from the press to the height of the horses' bridles.