Jeremiah 51:33 Cross References - YLT

³³ For thus said Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel, The daughter of Babylon is as a threshing-floor, The time of her threshing—yet a little, And come hath the time of her harvest.

⁵ And it hath come to pass, As the gathering by the reaper of the standing corn, And his arm the ears reapeth, And it hath come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the valley of Rephaim,
⁶ And left in him have been gleanings, As the compassing of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, The affirmation of Jehovah, God of Israel! ⁷ In that day doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look, ⁸ And he looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not—the shrines and the images.
⁹ In that day are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath been a desolation. ¹⁰ Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it, ¹¹ In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap is the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.

⁵ For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath one cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.

¹⁰ O my threshing, and the son of my floor, That which I heard from Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel, I have declared to you!'

¹⁵ Lo, I have set thee for a new sharp threshing instrument, Possessing teeth, thou threshest mountains, And beatest small, and hills as chaff thou makest. ¹⁶ Thou winnowest them, and a wind lifteth them up, And a whirlwind scattereth them, And thou—thou rejoicest in Jehovah, In the Holy One of Israel dost boast thyself.

¹¹ Also, O Judah, appointed is a harvest to thee, In My turning back to the captivity of My people!

¹³ Send ye forth a sickle, For ripened hath harvest, Come in, come down, for filled hath been the press, Overflowed hath wine-presses, For great is their wickedness.

³ And thus said Jehovah: For three transgressions of Damascus, And for four, I do not reverse it, Because of their threshing Gilead with sharp-pointed irons,

¹³ Arise, and thresh, O daughter of Zion, For thy horn I make iron, And thy hoofs I make brass, And thou hast beaten small many peoples, And I have devoted to Jehovah their gain, And their wealth to the Lord of the whole earth!

¹² In indignation Thou dost tread earth, In anger Thou dost thresh nations.

³⁰ suffer both to grow together till the harvest, and in the time of the harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather up first the darnel, and bind it in bundles, to burn it, and the wheat gather up into my storehouse.'

³⁹ and the enemy who sowed them is the devil, and the harvest is a full end of the age, and the reapers are messengers.

¹⁵ and another messenger did come forth out of the sanctuary crying in a great voice to him who is sitting upon the cloud, `Send forth thy sickle and reap, because come to thee hath the hour of reaping, because ripe hath been the harvest of the earth;' <sup>16</sup> and he who is sitting upon the cloud did put forth his sickle upon the earth, and the earth was reaped. <sup>17</sup> And another messenger did come forth out of the sanctuary that is in the heaven, having—he also—a sharp sickle, <sup>18</sup> and another messenger did come forth out from the altar, having authority over the fire, and he called with a great cry to him having the sharp sickle, saying, `Send forth thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, because come to perfection have her grapes;' ¹⁹ and the messenger did put forth his sickle to the earth, and did gather the vine of the earth, and did cast it to the great wine-press of the wrath of God; ²⁰ and trodden was the wine-press outside of the city, and blood did come forth out of the wine-press—unto the bridles of the horses, a thousand, six hundred furlongs.