²⁷ Ačťkoli ti ještě nelehli s hrdinami, kteříž padli z neobřezanců, kteříž sstoupili do hrobu s zbrojí svou vojenskou, a podložili meče své pod hlavy své, a však důjdeť nepravost jejich na kosti jejich; nebo strach hrdin byl v zemi živých.

¹³ And among the lampstands was one like a son of man, clothed with a robe reaching down to his feet, and with a golden sash around his chest.

¹⁴ His head and his hair were white as white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire.

¹⁵ His feet were like burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace. His voice was like the voice of many waters.

¹⁶ He had seven stars in his right hand. Out of his mouth proceeded a sharp two-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining at its brightest.