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And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire; and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.
Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
For every tree is known by his own fruit. For of thorns men do not gather figs, nor of a bramble bush gather they grapes.
¶ I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.
I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people [there was] none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down; for the press is full, the fats overflow; for their wickedness [is] great.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast [it] into the great winepress of the wrath of God.
But in the fourth generation they shall come hither again: for the iniquity of the Amorites [is] not yet full.
But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law,
Say not ye, There are yet four months, and [then] cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.
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