¹⁹ The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.^{(A) 20} They were trampled in the winepress^(B) outside the city,^(C) and blood^(D) flowed out of the press, rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia.^[a]