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 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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