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 beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.
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