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.
Je regardais jusqu’à ce que des trônes furent placés, et un vieillard s’assit; son vêtement était blanc comme la neige, et les cheveux de sa tête blancs comme une laine pure; son trône, des flammes de feu; ses roues, un feu brûlant.