3 “The wine trough I have trodden by myself,+ while there was no man* with me from the peoples. And I kept treading them in my anger,+ and I kept trampling them down in my rage.+ And their spurting blood kept spattering upon my garments,+ and all my clothing I have polluted.

13 “THRUST in a sickle,+ for harvest has grown ripe.+ Come, descend, for [the] winepress has become full.+ The press vats actually overflow; for their badness has become abundant.+

19 And the angel+ thrust his sickle into the earth and gathered the vine+ of the earth, and he hurled it into the great winepress of the anger of God.+

15 And out of his mouth there protrudes a sharp long sword,+ that he may strike the nations with it, and he will shepherd them with a rod of iron.+ He treads too the winepress+ of the anger of the wrath of God+ the Almighty.