Revelation 14:9-20

9Then another angel, a third one, followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If anyone 1worships the beast and his 2image, and receives a 3mark on his forehead or on his hand, 10he also will drink of the 4wine of the wrath of God, which is mixed 5in full strength 6in the cup of His anger; and he will be tormented with 7fire and 8brimstone in the presence of the 9holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb. 11And the 10smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever; 11they have no rest day and night, those who 12worship the beast and his 13image, and 14whoever receives the 15mark of his name.” 12Here is 16the 17perseverance of the 18saints who 19keep the commandments of God and 2021their faith in Jesus.

13And I heard a voice from heaven, saying, “Write, ‘22Blessed are the dead who 23die in the Lord from now on!’” “Yes,” 24says the Spirit, “so that they may 25rest from their labors, for their 26deeds follow with them.”

14Then I looked, and behold, a 27white cloud, and sitting on the cloud was one 28like 29a son of man, having a golden 30crown on His head and a sharp sickle in His hand. 15And another angel 31came out of the 32temple, crying out with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, “3334Put in your sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come, because the 35harvest of the earth 36is ripe.” 16Then He who sat on the cloud 37swung His sickle over the earth, and the earth was reaped.

17And another angel 38came out of the 39temple which is in heaven, and he also had a sharp sickle. 18Then another angel, 40the one who has power over fire, came out from 41the altar; and he called with a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, “4243Put in your sharp sickle and gather the clusters 44from the vine of the earth, 45because her grapes are ripe.” 19So the angel 46swung his sickle to the earth and gathered the clusters from the vine of the earth, and threw them into 47the great wine press of the wrath of God. 20And 48the wine press was trodden 49outside the city, and 50blood came out from the wine press, up to the horses’ bridles, 51for a distance of 52two hundred miles.