And another angel came out from the altar, who had power over fire, and he cried with a loud cry to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, “Thrust in your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for her grapes are fully 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.