Die frühe Kirche
The Harvest and the Winepress of Wrath
John sees one like the Son of Man sitting on a white cloud, wearing a golden crown and holding a sharp sickle. An angel from the temple calls out that the harvest time has come, and he reaps the earth. Then another angel comes out of the temple with a sharp sickle, and an angel from the altar commands him to gather the grapes from the vineyards of the earth. The grapes are thrown into the great winepress of God's wrath outside the city, and blood flows up to the horses' bridles for a distance of one thousand six hundred stadia.
Offenbarung 14,14-20
14Then I looked, and there was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like a son of man, with a golden crown on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.
Καὶ εἶδον, καὶ ἰδοὺ νεφέλη λευκή, καὶ ἐπὶ τὴν νεφέλην καθήμενον ὅμοιον ⸀υἱὸν ἀνθρώπου, ἔχων ἐπὶ τῆς κεφαλῆς αὐτοῦ στέφανον χρυσοῦν καὶ ἐν τῇ χειρὶ αὐτοῦ δρέπανον ὀξύ.
15And another angel came out of the temple, calling in a loud voice to the one seated on the cloud: "Swing your sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come; the harvest of the earth is ripe."
καὶ ἄλλος ἄγγελος ἐξῆλθεν ἐκ τοῦ ναοῦ κράζων ἐν φωνῇ μεγάλῃ τῷ καθημένῳ ἐπὶ τῆς νεφέλης· Πέμψον τὸ δρέπανόν σου καὶ θέρισον, ὅτι ἦλθεν ἡ ὥρα θερίσαι, ὅτι ἐξηράνθη ὁ θερισμὸς τῆς γῆς.
16So the one seated on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested.
καὶ ἔβαλεν ὁ καθήμενος ἐπὶ ⸂τῆς νεφέλης⸃ τὸ δρέπανον αὐτοῦ ἐπὶ τὴν γῆν, καὶ ἐθερίσθη ἡ γῆ.
17Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle.
Καὶ ἄλλος ἄγγελος ἐξῆλθεν ἐκ τοῦ ναοῦ τοῦ ἐν τῷ οὐρανῷ, ἔχων καὶ αὐτὸς δρέπανον ὀξύ.
18And another angel came from the altar, the one who has authority over fire, and he called out in a loud voice to the angel with the sharp sickle: "Swing your sharp sickle and gather the clusters from the vine of the earth, for its grapes are ripe."
καὶ ἄλλος ⸀ἄγγελος ἐκ τοῦ θυσιαστηρίου, ⸀ὁ ἔχων ἐξουσίαν ἐπὶ τοῦ πυρός, καὶ ἐφώνησεν ⸀φωνῇ μεγάλῃ τῷ ἔχοντι τὸ δρέπανον τὸ ὀξὺ λέγων· Πέμψον σου τὸ δρέπανον τὸ ὀξὺ καὶ τρύγησον τοὺς βότρυας τῆς ἀμπέλου τῆς γῆς, ὅτι ἤκμασαν αἱ σταφυλαὶ αὐτῆς.
19So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered the vintage of the earth, and threw it into the great winepress of God's wrath.
καὶ ἔβαλεν ὁ ἄγγελος τὸ δρέπανον αὐτοῦ εἰς τὴν γῆν, καὶ ἐτρύγησεν τὴν ἄμπελον τῆς γῆς, καὶ ἔβαλεν εἰς τὴν ληνὸν τοῦ θυμοῦ τοῦ θεοῦ τὸν μέγαν.
20The winepress was trodden outside the city, and blood flowed from the winepress as high as the horses' bridles for sixteen hundred stadia.
καὶ ἐπατήθη ἡ ληνὸς ἔξωθεν τῆς πόλεως, καὶ ἐξῆλθεν αἷμα ἐκ τῆς ληνοῦ ἄχρι τῶν χαλινῶν τῶν ἵππων ἀπὸ σταδίων χιλίων ἑξακοσίων.