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1 And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the mount Sion, and with him an hun­dred forty and four thou­sand, hav­ing his Father's name writ­ten in their fore­heads. 2 And I heard a voice from heav­en, as the voice of many wa­ters, and as the voice of a great thun­der: and I heard the voice of harpers harp­ing with their harps: 3 And they sung as it were a new song be­fore the throne, and be­fore the four beasts, and the el­ders: and no man could learn that song but the hun­dred and forty and four thou­sand, which were re­deemed from the earth. 4 These are they which were not de­filed with wom­en; for they are vir­gins. These are they which fol­low the Lamb whith­er­so­ev­er he goeth. These were re­deemed from among men, being the first­fruits unto God and to the Lamb. 5 And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are with­out fault be­fore the throne of God. 6 And I saw an­oth­er an­gel fly in the midst of heav­en, hav­ing the ev­er­last­ing gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to ev­ery na­tion, and kin­dred, and tongue, and peo­ple, 7 Say­ing with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glo­ry to him; for the hour of his judg­ment is come: and wor­ship him that made heav­en, and earth, and the sea, and the foun­tains of wa­ters. 8 And there fol­lowed an­oth­er an­gel, say­ing, Baby­lon is fall­en, is fall­en, that great city, be­cause she made all na­tions drink of the wine of the wrath of her for­ni­ca­tion. 9 And the third an­gel fol­lowed them, say­ing with a loud voice, If any man wor­ship the beast and his im­age, and re­ceive his mark in his fore­head, or in his hand, 10 The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out with­out mix­ture into the cup of his in­dig­na­tion; and he shall be tor­ment­ed with fire and brim­stone in the pres­ence of the holy an­gels, and in the pres­ence of the Lamb: 11 And the smoke of their tor­ment as­cen­deth up for ever and ev­er: and they have no rest day nor night, who wor­ship the beast and his im­age, and whoso­ev­er re­ceiveth the mark of his name. 12 Here is the pa­tience of the saints: here are they that keep the com­mand­ments of God, and the faith of Je­sus. 13 And I heard a voice from heav­en say­ing unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence­forth: Yea, saith the Spir­it, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do fol­low them. 14 And I looked, and be­hold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, hav­ing on his head a gold­en crown, and in his hand a sharp sick­le. 15 And an­oth­er an­gel came out of the tem­ple, cry­ing with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sick­le, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the har­vest of the earth is ripe. 16 And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sick­le on the earth; and the earth was reaped. 17 And an­oth­er an­gel came out of the tem­ple which is in heav­en, he also hav­ing a sharp sick­le. 18 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. 19 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. 20 And the wine­press was trod­den with­out the city, and blood came out of the wine­press, even unto the horse bri­dles, by the space of a thou­sand and six hun­dred fur­longs.