19 So the angel swung his sickle across the earth and gathered the grape harvest of the earth and threw it into the great ⁿwinepress of the wrath of God. 20 And ^othe winepress was trodden ^poutside the city, and blood flowed from the winepress, as high as ^qa horse’s bridle, for 1,600 stadia.¹

15 ^uFrom his mouth comes a sharp sword ^vwith which to strike down the nations, and ^whe will rule¹ them with a rod of iron. ^xHe will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty.