Î n timp ce mă uitam, nişte tronuri au fost aşezate şi un Îmbătrânit de Zile a luat loc. Haina Lui era albă ca zăpada, iar părul capului Lui era ca lâna curată. Tronul Lui era numai flăcări de foc, iar roţile tronului erau un foc aprins.
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.
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