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14 And I loked, and beholde a whyte clowde, and vpon the clowde one syttynge lyke vnto the sonne of man, hauyng on his heed a golden crowne, and in his hande a sharpe sykle.
15 And another angell came out of the temple, crying with a lowde voyce to hym that sate on the clowde: Thruste in thy sykle & repe, for thy tyme is come to repe, for the corne of the erth is rype.