9 I continued looking, until that, thrones, were placed, and, the Ancient of days, took his seat, —whose, garment, like snow, was white, and, the hair of his head, like pure wool, his throne, was flames of fire, his wheels, a burning fire.
Dit zag ik, totdat er tronen gezet werden, en de Oude van dagen Zich zette, Wiens kleed wit was als de sneeuw, en het haar Zijns hoofds als zuivere wol; Zijn troon was vuurvonken, deszelfs raderen een brandend vuur.