I beheld till thrones were placed, and the Ancient of days sat: his garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like clean wool: his throne like flames of fire: the wheels of it like a burning fire.
Ne ndaba okutuusa entebe lwe zaateekebwawo, n'omukadde eyaakamala ennaku ennyingi n'atuula: ebyambalo bye byali bitukula ng'omuzira; n'enviiri ez'oku mutwe gwe ng'ebyoya by'endiga ebirungi: entebe ye yali nnimi za muliro, ne bannamuziga baayo muliro ogwaka.