“ I kept looking Until thrones were set up, And the Ancient of Days took His seat; His vesture was like white snow And the hair of His head like pure wool. His throne was ablaze with flames, Its wheels were a burning fire.
Я бачив, аж ось поставили престоли, і всівся Старий днями. Одежа Його біла, як сніг, а волосся голови Його немов чиста вовна, а престол Його огняне полум'я, колеса Його палахкотючий огонь.
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