Tyndale(i)
13 and in the myddes of the cadelstyckes one lyke vnto ye sone of ma clothed with a lynnen garmet doune to the ground and gyrd aboute the pappes with a golden gyrdle
14 His heed and his heares were whyte as whyte woll and as snowe: and his eyes were as a flame of fyre:
15 and his fete lyke vnto brasse as though they brent in a fornace: and his voyce as the sounde of many waters.