8 And another angel followed, saying, a“Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because bshe has made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.”
9 Then a third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, a“If anyone worships the beast and his image, and receives hisbmark on his forehead or on his hand,
10 he himself ashall also drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is bpoured out full strength into cthe cup of His indignation. dHe shall be tormented with efire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb.
11 And athe smoke of their torment ascends forever and ever; and they have no rest day or night, who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.”
12aHere is the1 patience of the saints; bhere are those who keep the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus.
13 Then I heard a voice from heaven saying1 to me, “Write: a‘Blessed are the dead bwho die in the Lord from now on.’ ” “Yes,” says the Spirit, c“that they may rest from their labors, and their works follow dthem.”
Reaping the Earth’s Harvest
14 Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat One like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle.
15 And another angel acame out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, b“Thrust in Your sickle and reap, for the time has come1 for You to reap, for the harvest cof the earth is ripe.”
16 So He who sat on the cloud thrust in His sickle on the earth, and the earth was reaped.
Reaping the Grapes of Wrath
17 Then another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.
18 And another angel came out from the altar, awho had power over fire, and he cried with a loud cry to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, b“Thrust in your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for her grapes are fully ripe.”
19 So the angel thrust his sickle into the earth and gathered the vine of the earth, and threw it into athe great winepress of the wrath of God.
20 And athe winepress was trampled boutside the city, and blood came out of the winepress, cup to the horses’ bridles, for one thousand six hundred1 furlongs.
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