Thrust ye in the vintage knife, for, grown ripe, is the vintage,—Go in, tread down, for full is the winepress, flow over do the vats, for abundant is their wickedness.
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.
And, another messenger, came forth out of the altar, who hath authority over the fire,—and called out with a loud voice, unto him who had the sharp sickle, saying—Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; because the grapes thereof are fully ripe.