17. Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven who also had a sharp sickle.
18. Then another angel [came] from the altar, [who] was in charge of the fire, and cried out in a loud voice to the one who had the sharp sickle, “Use your sharp sickle and cut the clusters from the earth’s vines, for its grapes are ripe.”
19. So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and cut the earth’s vintage. He threw it into the great wine press of God’s fury.
20. The wine press was trodden outside the city and blood poured out of the wine press to the height of a horse’s bridle for two hundred miles.