whose fan is in his hand, to clear out his threshing-floor, and to gather the wheat into his granary; but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.
Suffer both to grow together until the harvest, and at, harvest time, I will say unto the reapers,—Collect ye first, the darnel, and bind it into bundles, with a view to the burning it up; but, the wheat, be gathering it into my barn.
Therefore have I winnowed them with a winnowing shovel in the gates of the land,—I have bereaved—I have destroyed my people, From their own ways, have they not returned.
Whose fan is in his hand, and he will clear out his threshing-floor,—and will gather his wheat into the granary, but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.