` I was seeing till that thrones have been thrown down, and the Ancient of Days is seated, His garment as snow white, and the hair of his head as pure wool, His throne flames of fire, its wheels burning fire.
I titiro ahau a whakaritea mai ra ano nga torona, kua noho te Tuaiho Onamata: ko tona kakahu ma tonu me he hukarere, ko nga makawe o tona mahunga me te huruhuru hipi kua oti te whakama; ko tona torona he mura ahi, a ko ona wira he ahi e ka ana.
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