M ă 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.
“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.
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