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.
Noonu meneen malaaka, ma am sañ-sañ ca safara sa, jóge ca saraxalukaayu cuuraay ba, daldi wax ak baat bu xumb ak malaaka, ma yor sàrt bu ñaw ba, ne ko: «Dawalal sa sàrt bu ñaw bi te dagg céggu réseñ yu àddina, ndaxte ñor nañu.»