Reaping the Earth’s Harvest

¹⁴ Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat One like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle.

¹⁶ And suddenly, ^(A)one having the likeness of the ^[a]sons of men ^(B)touched my lips; then I opened my mouth and spoke, saying to him who stood before me, “My lord, because of the vision ^(C)my sorrows have ^[b]overwhelmed me, and I have retained no strength.