9 “I kept on beholding until there were thrones* placed+ and the Ancient of Days*+ sat down. His clothing was white just like snow,+ and the hair of his head was like clean wool.+ His throne was flames of fire;+ its wheels were a burning fire.+

12 Are you not from long ago, O Jehovah?+ O my God,* my Holy One, you do not die.*+ O Jehovah, for a judgment you have set it; and, O Rock,+ for a reproving+ you have founded it.