and his body was like the beryl, and his face looked like lightning. And his eyes were like torches of fire; and his arms and his feet in color like polished metal and the sound of his words were as the noise of a multitude.
I was seeing until the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of Days sat, whose robe was white as snow and the hair of His head like pure wool. His throne was like flames of fire, its wheels like burning fire.
And to the angel of the assembly in Thyatira, write: These things says the Son of God, the One having His eyes as a flame of fire, and His feet like burnished brass.