И вот что я увидел: поставлены были престолы, и воссел Древний Днями. Одежда Его, как снег бела, волосы на голове, как чистая шерсть. Престол Его полыхал огнем, в пламени были под ним колеса.
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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