And it shall be as he gathers the grain of the harvest, and his arm reaps the ears. And it shall be as he who gathers ears in the Valley of the Giants.
I have trodden the winepress, I alone, and no man of the peoples was with Me. And I will tread them in My anger, and trample them in My fury; and their juice shall be spattered on My garments; and I will pollute all My clothes.
For so says Jehovah of Hosts, the God of Israel, The daughter of Babylon is like a threshing-floor, it is time to tread her; yet a little while, and the time of her harvest will come.
The Lord has trampled all my mighty ones in my midst. He called a gathering against me to crush my young men. As a winepress, the Lord trod the virgin daughter of Judah.
And I saw; and behold, a white cloud and on the cloud One sitting like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle.
And out of His mouth goes forth a sharp sword, that with it He might smite the nations. And He will shepherd them with an iron rod. And He treads the winepress of the wine of the anger and of the wrath of God Almighty.