¹⁹ The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.^(A)

²⁰ They were trampled in the winepress^(A) outside the city,^(B) and blood^(C) flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.^[a]

¹⁵ Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword^(A) with which to strike down^(B) the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.”^[a](C) He treads the winepress^(D) of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty.