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Passage Lookup: Revelation 14:14-20

J.B. Rotherham Emphasized Bible
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Revelation 14:14
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And I saw, and lo! a white cloud, and, upon the cloud, one sitting like unto a son of man, having, upon his head, a crown of gold, and, in his hand, a sharp sickle.
Revelation 14:15
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And, another messenger, came forth out of the sanctuary, crying out with a loud voice, unto him that was sitting upon the cloud - Thrust in thy sickle, and reap; because the hour to reap is come, because the harvest of the earth is ripe.
Revelation 14:16
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And he that was sitting upon the cloud, thrust in, his sickle upon the earth; and the earth was reaped.
Revelation 14:17
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And, another messenger, came forth out of the sanctuary that is in heaven, - he also, having a sharp sickle.
Revelation 14:18
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And, another messenger, came forthout of the altar, who hath authority over the fire, - and called out with a loud voice, unto him who had the sharp sickle, saying - Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; because the grapes thereof are fully ripe.
Revelation 14:19
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And the messenger, thrust in, his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast it into the great wine-press of the wrath of God.
Revelation 14:20
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And the wine-press was trodden outside the city, and there came forth blood out of the wine-press, even unto the bits of the horses, at a distance of a thousand six hundred furlongs.
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