Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth’s vine, because its grapes are ripe.”
И҆ и҆́нъ а҆́гг҃лъ и҆зы́де ѿ ѻ҆лтарѧ̀, и҆мы́й ѡ҆́бласть на ѻ҆гнѝ, и҆ возопѝ кли́чемъ вели́кимъ ко и҆мѹ́щемѹ се́рпъ ѻ҆́стрый, глаго́лѧ: послѝ се́рпъ тво́й ѻ҆́стрый и҆ ѡ҆б̾е́мли гро́зды вїногра́да земна́гѡ, ѩ҆́кѡ созрѣ́ша ѹ҆жѐ гро́здїе є҆ѧ̀.