Tyndale(i)
12 And I turned backe to se the voyce that spake to me. And when I was turned: I sawe .vii golde candelstyckes
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.
16 And he had in his right honde vii. starres. And out of his mouth wet a sharpe twoo edged swearde. And his face shone eve as the sonne in his strength.
17 And when I sawe him I fell at his fete even as deed. And he layde hys ryght honde apon me sayinge vnto me: feare not. I am the fyrst and the laste
18 and am alyve and was deed. And beholde I am alyve for ever more and have the kayes of hell and of deeth.
19 wryte therfore the thynges which thou haste sene and the thynges which are and the thynges which shalbe fulfylled hereafter:
20 and ye mystery of the vii. starres which thou sawest in my ryght honde and the vii. golden candelstyckes. The vii. stares are the messengers of the vii. congregacios: And the vii. candlestyckes which thou sawest are the vii. congregacions.