The Angel and the Little Scroll
1 I saw another powerful angel come down from heaven. This one was covered with a cloud, and a rainbow was over his head. His face was like the sun, his legs were like columns of fire, 2 and with his hand he held a little scroll that had been unrolled. He stood there with his right foot on the sea and his left foot on the land. 3 Then he shouted with a voice that sounded like a growling lion. Thunder roared seven times.
4 After the thunder stopped, I was about to write what it had said. But a voice from heaven shouted, “Keep it secret! Don't write these things.”
5 The angel I had seen standing on the sea and the land then held his right hand up toward heaven. 6 He made a promise in the name of God who lives forever and who created heaven, earth, the sea, and every living creature. The angel said, “You won't have to wait any longer. 7 God told his secret plans to his servants the prophets, and it will all happen by the time the seventh angel sounds his trumpet.”
8 Once again the voice from heaven spoke to me. It said, “Go and take the open scroll from the hand of the angel standing on the sea and the land.”
9 When I went over to ask the angel for the little scroll, the angel said, “Take the scroll and eat it! Your stomach will turn sour, but the taste in your mouth will be sweet as honey.” 10 I took the little scroll from the hand of the angel and ate it. The taste was sweet as honey, but my stomach turned sour.
11 Then some voices said, “Keep on telling what will happen to the people of many nations, races, and languages, and also to kings.”
Eņģelis ar mazo grāmatiņu
1 Un es ieraudzīju citu varenu eņģeli nokāpjam no debesīm, tērptu mākonī kā apmetnī, un virs viņa galvas bija varavīksne, un viņa vaigs mirdzēja kā saule, un viņa kājas bija kā uguns stabi. 2 Viņa rokā bija atritināts rakstu rulli, un savu labo kāju viņš lika uz jūru, bet kreiso kāju – uz zemi. 3 Un viņš iesaucās varenā balsī, kā lauva rēc, un, kad viņš bija iesaucies, septiņi pērkoni sāka runāt savās balsīs. 4 Kad ierunājās septiņi pērkoni, es gribēju rakstīt, bet dzirdēju balsi no debesīm sakām: aizzīmogo, ko runāja septiņi pērkoni, un nepieraksti to. 5 Un eņģelis, ko es ieraudzīju stāvam uz jūras un uz zemes, pacēla savu labo roku uz debesīm 6 un zvērēja tam, kas ir dzīvs mūžu mūžos, kas radījis debesis un visu, kas tajā, zemi un visu, kas uz tās, un jūru un visu, kas tajā: laika vairs nebūs! 7 Bet tajās dienās, kad skanēs septītā eņģeļa balss, kad atskanēs viņa taure, tad Dieva noslēpums būs piepildīts, kā viņš šo prieka vēsti bija pasludinājis saviem kalpiem, praviešiem. 8 Un balss, ko dzirdēju no debesīm, runāja atkal ar mani un sacīja: ej un paņem atritināto rakstu rulli no tā eņģeļa rokas, kas stāv uz jūras un zemes. 9 Aizgājis pie eņģeļa, es teicu, lai viņš man atdod rakstu rulli. Un viņš man saka: “Ņem un to apēd, un tas radīs rūgtumu tavās iekšās, bet tavā mutē tas būs salds kā medus.” 10 Es paņēmu rakstu rulli no eņģeļa rokas, ēdu to, un manā mutē tas tapa salds kā medus; kad es to apēdu, manās iekšās tapa rūgts. 11 Un tad man sacīja: “Tev vēlreiz vajag pravietot par ļaudīm un tautām, un valodām, un daudziem ķēniņiem.”
