13 Thrust in a sickle, for the harvest is ripe.

Come down and tread, for the winepress is full.+

The vats overflow, for their badness is abundant.

19 The angel thrust his sickle into the earth and gathered the vine of the earth, and he hurled it into the great winepress of God’s anger.+ 20 The winepress was trodden outside the city, and blood came out of the winepress as high up as the bridles of the horses for a distance of 1,600 stadia.*