⁹ I beheld till thrones were set, and the Ancient of days did sit: his raiment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was flames of fire, [and] its wheels burning fire.

¹¹ And his brethren envied him; but his father kept the saying.

⁷ Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.