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“Now on the twenty-fourth day of the first month, while I was beside the bank of the great river, the Tigris, I lifted my eyes and looked, and behold, a man dressed in linen with a belt of fine gold from Uphaz around his waist. [a] His body was like yellow jasper, his face like a flash of lightning, his eyes like fiery torches, his arms and his feet like the gleam of burnished bronze,[b] and the sound of his words like the roar of a multitude.[c]

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