⁹ I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.

³ His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:

² Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: