Revelation 14

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.

I saw a gentle Lamb standing on Mount Zion, surrounded by 144,000 people, each marked with His Father's name on their foreheads.

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:

I felt a divine voice from the skies, powerful like a roaring sea and thunderous like a storm. It was harmonious, like the beautiful strumming of harpists on their harps.

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.

They sang a fresh, unheard melody before the throne, the four creatures, and the elders. Only the 144,000, saved from the world, could grasp this unique song.

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.

These are the pure ones, untouched by women, living in virginity. They are the devoted followers of the Lamb, accompanying Him everywhere. They are the chosen ones, the first offerings to God and the Lamb, saved from the masses of humanity.

And in their mouth was found no guile: for they are without fault before the throne of God.

Their words were pure and honest, for they stood blameless before God's divine presence.

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,

I witnessed another angel soaring through the heavens, carrying the eternal message of love and salvation to share with all who live on earth, reaching out to every country, every family, every language, and every person.

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.

He cried out in a loud voice, "Fear God and honor Him, for His time to judge has arrived. Worship the One who created the sky, land, sea, and all the springs of water."

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.

Then came another angel, crying out, "Babylon, the mighty city, has fallen, fallen! She made all nations drink the maddening wine of her sexual immorality."

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,

A third angel trailed behind, passionately warning all, "If anyone adores the monster and its likeness, or accepts its mark on their forehead or hand, beware!"

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:

They too will drink the wine of God's anger, served pure in a cup of fury. They will be tormented with fire and sulfur, witnessed by holy angels and the Lamb.

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.

The pain of those who follow the beast and bear his mark is unending. Their suffering is constant, day and night, with no relief in sight. Their torment rises like smoke, forever and always.

Here is the patience of the saints: here are they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.

This is where the faithful show their endurance: those who steadfastly follow God's laws and trust in Jesus.

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.

A heavenly voice spoke to me, saying, "Note this, those who pass away in faith are truly blessed. The Spirit confirms they will find peace from their toils, and their good deeds will forever echo in their wake."

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.

I gazed in awe at a pure white cloud, and there, seated upon it was one like the Son of Man. He wore a golden crown on his head and held a sharp sickle in his hand.

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.

Another angel emerged from the temple, shouting passionately to the figure on the cloud, "Swing your sickle, it's time! The earth's harvest is ready to be gathered."

And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth; and the earth was reaped.

The one seated on the cloud swung his sickle across the earth, harvesting it completely.

And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.

Another angel emerged from the heavenly temple, his hand gripping a sharp sickle, ready for action.

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.

Another angel emerged from the altar, a master of fire. He shouted passionately to the one with the sharp sickle, "Use your sickle now! Harvest the earth's vine, its grapes are perfectly ripe."

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.

The angel, with a heavy heart, plunged his sickle into the earth, harvesting the world's vine. He then threw it into God's mighty winepress, a symbol of divine anger.

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.

Outside the city, the winepress was trodden, and blood flowed out of it, rising up to the horses' bridles for a distance of 1,600 furlongs, about two hundred miles.