One to the other they fit closely, not even a breath enters between them.
One is so near to another, That no air can come between them.
One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
One touches another; even air can’t come between them.
When he will be raised up, the angels will be afraid, and, because they are terrified, they will purify themselves.
When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear: and being affrighted shall purify themselves.
Rows of scales are his pride – closed up, a binding seal.
They are joined one to another, they stick together and are not separated.