And as soon as the grain is ripe, he swings the sickle, because the harvest has come.”
Swing the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Come, trample the grapes, for the winepress is full; the wine vats overflow b
The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; devout men are taken away, while no one considers that the righteous
Let both grow together until the harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them
As the weeds are collected and burned in the fire, so will it be at the end of the age.
You will come to the grave in full vigor, like a sheaf of grain gathered in season.
And I heard a voice from heaven telling me to write, “Blessed are the dead—those who die in the Lord from this moment on
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.