I beheld till thrones were set, and the Ancient of days did sit: his raiment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was flames of fire, its wheels 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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