So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered its grapes, and then he threw them into a huge winepress. The winepress stands for God’s anger.
I looked, and there in front of me was a white cloud. Someone who looked “like a son of man” was sitting on the cloud, and he was wearing a gold crown on his head. In his hand was a sharp, curved sickle for cutting crops.
Then another angel came out of the temple and called out in a loud voice to the one who was sitting on the cloud, “Take your sickle and cut the grain. The time has come to do that, because the earth is ready to be harvested.”