So the angel swung his sickle on the earth and gathered the fruit of the earth's vine, and flung them into the great winepress of God's wrath.

The grapes were trodden in the winepress outside the city, and blood poured out of the winepress in a stream so deep that for 200 miles it came up to the horses' bridles.

From his mouth came a sharp sword with which he is to strike down the heathen. He will shepherd them with a staff of iron, and will tread the winepress of the fierce anger of God Almighty.