Coverdale(i)
13 and in the myddes of the candelstyckes, one like vnto the sonne of man clothed with a lynnin garmet downe to the ground, and gyrd aboute the brest with a golden gyrdle.
14 His heed, and his heares were whyte, as whyte woll, & as snowe: and his eyes were as a flamme of fyre:
15 and his fete like vnto brasse, as though they bret in a fornace: and his voyce as the sounde of many waters.
16 And he had in his right honde seue starres. And out of his mouth went a sharpe two edged swearde. And his face shone euen as the sonne in his strength.
17 And when I sawe him, I fell at his fete, euen as deed. And he layde his right honde vpon me, sayenge vnto me: feare not. I am the fyrst, and the laste,