Send ye sickles, either scythes, for [the] ripe corn waxed; come ye, and go ye down, for the presser is full; pressers be plenteous, for the malice of them is multiplied.
Suffer ye them both to wax into reaping time; and in the time of ripe corn, I shall say to the reapers, First gather ye together the tares, [or the darnels, or cockles], and bind them together in knitches, [or small bundles], to be burnt, but gather ye the wheat into my barn.
And another angel went out from the altar, that had power on fire; and he cried with a great voice to him that had the sharp sickle, and said, Send thy sharp sickle, and cut away [or cut off] the clusters of the vineyard of the earth, for the grapes of it be ripe.