19 So the angel 1swung his sickle to the earth and gathered the clusters from the vine of the earth, and threw them into athe great wine press of the wrath of God.
20 And athe wine press was trodden boutside the city, and cblood came out from the wine press, up to the horses’ bridles, 1for a distance of 21,600 stadia.
15 aAnd from His mouth comes a sharp sword, so that with it He may bstrike down the nations, and He will 1crule them with a rod of iron; and dHe treads the wine press of the wrath of the rage of God, the Almighty.