“I have trodden the winepress(A) alone;
    from the nations no one was with me.
I trampled(B) them in my anger
    and trod them down in my wrath;(C)
their blood spattered my garments,(D)
    and I stained all my clothing.

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I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.

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13 Swing the sickle,(A)
    for the harvest(B) is ripe.
Come, trample the grapes,(C)
    for the winepress(D) is full
    and the vats overflow—
so great is their wickedness!”

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13 Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down; for the press is full, the fats overflow; for their wickedness is great.

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19 The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.(A) 20 They were trampled in the winepress(B) outside the city,(C) and blood(D) flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Revelation 14:20 That is, about 180 miles or about 300 kilometers

19 And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God.

20 And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.

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