I kept looking until thrones were placed, and the Ancient of Days took His seat, Whose garment was white as snow and the hair of His head like pure wool. His throne was like the fiery flame; its wheels were burning fire.
Seguí mirando Hasta que se establecieron tronos, Y el Anciano de Días se sentó. Su vestidura era blanca como la nieve, Y el cabello de Su cabeza como lana pura, Su trono, llamas de fuego, Y sus ruedas, fuego abrasador.
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