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13 And I heard a voice from heaven, saying to me, Write thou, Blessed be dead men [Blessed the dead], that die in the Lord; from henceforth now the Spirit saith, that they rest of their travails; for the works of them follow them.

14 And I saw, and lo! a white cloud, and above the cloud a sitter, like [to] the Son of man, having in his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.

15 And another angel went out of the temple, and cried with great voice [crying with great voice] to him that sat on the cloud, Send thy sickle, and reap, for the hour cometh, that it be reaped; for the corn of the earth is ripe.

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