"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, and your ways are not My ways." [This is] the LORD's declaration.
For I know the plans I have for you"-- [this is] the LORD's declaration-- "plans for [your] welfare, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.
Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! How unsearchable His judgments and untraceable His ways!
For who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been His counselor?
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My downtrodden and threshed people, I have declared to you what I have heard from the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel.
Let the nations be roused and come to the Valley of Jehoshaphat, for there I will sit down to judge all the surrounding nations.
Swing the sickle because the harvest is ripe. Come and trample [the grapes] because the winepress is full; the wine vats overflow because the wickedness of the nations is great.
A day of the LORD is coming when your plunder will be divided in your presence.
I will gather all the nations against Jerusalem for battle. The city will be captured, the houses looted, and the women raped. Half the city will go into exile, but the rest of the people will not be removed from the city.
Then the LORD will go out to fight against those nations as He fights on a day of battle.
His winnowing shovel is in His hand to clear His threshing floor and gather the wheat into His barn, but the chaff He will burn up with a fire that never goes out."
Then I looked, and there was a white cloud, and One like the Son of Man was seated on the cloud, with a gold crown on His head and a sharp sickle in His hand.
Another angel came out of the sanctuary, crying out in a loud voice to the One who was seated on the cloud, "Use your sickle and reap, for the time to reap has come, since the harvest of the earth is ripe."
So the One seated on the cloud swung His sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested.
Then another angel who also had a sharp sickle came out of the sanctuary in heaven.
Yet another angel, who had authority over fire, came from the altar, and he called with a loud voice to the one who had the sharp sickle, "Use your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from earth's vineyard, because its grapes have ripened."
So the angel swung his sickle toward earth and gathered the grapes from earth's vineyard, and he threw them into the great winepress of God's wrath.
Then the press was trampled outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press up to the horses' bridles for about 180 miles.