Whiston(i)
14 And I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud [one] sat, like onto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.
15 And another angel came out, crying out of the temple, with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the hour is come to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.
16 And he that sat on the cloud, thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped.
17 And 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, who had power over fire: and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.
19 And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast [it] into the great wine-press of the wrath of God.
20 And the wine-press was troden without the city, and blood came out of the wine-press, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand six hundred furlongs.