Then I looked, and there was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud One resembling a human being, a golden crown upon his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.
for ours is no high priest who is incapable of sympathizing with our weaknesses, but one who has been tempted in every respect like ourselves, yet without sinning.
To the angel of the church at Ephesus write thus: — These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand, who moves among the seven golden lampstands: