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.
Mă uitam la aceste lucruri, pînă cînd s'au aşezat nişte scaune de domnie. Şi un Îmbătrînit de zile a şezut jos. Haina Lui era albă ca zăpada, şi părul capului Lui era ca nişte lînă curată; scaunul Lui de domnie era ca nişte flăcări de foc, şi roatele Lui ca un foc aprins.
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