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.
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.