"But whenthe croppermits,he immediatelyputsin the sickle,becausethe harvesthas come."
"You will cometo the gravein fullvigor,Like the stackingof grainin its season.
Putin the sickle,for the harvestis ripe.Come,tread,for the winepressis full;The vatsoverflow,for their wickednessis great.
Allowbothto grow togetheruntilthe harvest;and in the timeof the harvestI will sayto the reapers,"Firstgatherup the taresand bindthem in bundlesto burnthem up; but gatherthe wheatinto my barn."'"
"The soilproduces cropsby itself;firstthe blade,thenthe head,thenthe maturegrainin the head.
Thenanotherangel,the one who haspoweroverfire,cameout from the altar;and he calledwith a loudvoiceto him who hadthe sharpsickle,saying,"Putin your sharpsickleand gatherthe clustersfrom the vineof the earth,becauseher grapesare ripe."
