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18 And another angel went out from the altar, that had power on [upon] fire; and he cried with a great voice to him that had the sharp sickle, and said, Send thy sharp sickle, and cut away [saying, Send thy sharp sickle, and cut off] the clusters of the vineyard of the earth, for the grapes of it be ripe.

19 And the angel sent his sickle into the earth, and gathered grapes of the vineyard of the earth, and sent into the great lake of God's wrath.

20 And the lake was trodden without the city, and the blood went out of the lake till to the horses' bridles [and blood went out of the lake unto the bridles of horses], by furlongs a thousand and six hundred.

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