“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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19 The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.(A)

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