¹⁷ Srce se tvoje ponese lepotom tvojom, ti pokvari mudrost svoju svetlošću svojom; baciću te na zemlju, pred careve ću te položiti da te gledaju.

³ I Tir sagradi sebi grad, i sabra srebra kao praha, i zlata kao kala po putu.

¹³ As for the likeness of the living creatures, their appearance was like burning coals of fire, like the appearance of torches: [the fire] went up and down among the living creatures; and the fire was bright, and out of the fire went forth lightning.