The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.
Why are your garments red, like those of one treading the winepress?
Swing the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Come, trample the grapes, for the winepress is full and the vats overflow— so great is their wickedness!”
Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth’s vine, because its grapes are ripe.”