Harvest: Figurative

They gather fodder in the fields and glean the vineyards of the wicked.

He who gathers in summer is a wise son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son.

“The harvest has passed, the summer has ended, but we have not been saved.”

Swing the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Come, trample the grapes, for the winepress is full; the wine vats overflow because their wickedness is great.

Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few.

…and the enemy who sows them is the devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.

And He told them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into His harvest.

Then another angel came out of the temple, crying out in a loud voice to the One seated on the cloud, “Swing Your sickle and reap, because the time has come to harvest, for the crop of the earth is ripe.”