Coverdale
(i)
12 And I turned backe to se the voyce that spake to me. And whe I was turned: I sawe seue golde candestyckes,
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.