I saw a mighty angel
coming down out of the sky, clothed with a cloud. A rainbow was on his head.
His face was like the sun, and his feet like pillars of fire. He had in his
hand a little open book. He set his right foot on the sea, and his left on
the land. He cried with a loud voice, as a lion roars. When he cried, the
seven thunders uttered their voices. When the seven thunders sounded, I was
about to write; but I heard a voice from the sky saying, “Seal up the things
which the seven thunders said, and don’t write them.”
The angel whom I saw standing on the sea and on the land lifted up his right
hand to the sky, and swore by him who lives forever and ever, who created
heaven and the things that are in it, the earth and the things that are in
it, and the sea and the things that are in it, that there will no longer be
delay, but in the days of the voice of the seventh angel, when he is about
to sound, then the mystery of God is finished, as he declared to his
servants, the prophets. The voice which I heard from heaven, again speaking
with me, said, “Go, take the book which is open in the hand of the angel who
stands on the sea and on the land.”
I went to the angel, telling him to give me the little book.
He said to me, “Take it, and eat it up. It will make your stomach bitter,
but in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey.”
I took the little book out of the angel’s hand, and ate it up. It was as
sweet as honey in my mouth. When I had eaten it, my stomach was made bitter.
They told me, “You must prophesy again over many peoples, nations,
languages, and kings.”