whose body, was like Tarshish-stone, and, his face, like the appearance of lightning, and, his eyes, were like torches of fire, and, his arms and his feet, like the look of bronze burnished, - and, the sound of his words, was like the sound of a multitude.

But, his sons, will rouse themselves to war, and gather together a multitude of large armies, but he will come on and on, and overflow and pass through, - and will return and wage war, up to his fortress.

Then will the king of the south, be enraged, and go forth and fight with him, with the king of the north, - and will raise a great multitude, but the multitude, will be delivered, into his hand.

And, when he hath taken away the multitude, his heart, will he uplifted, - and he will cause tens of thousands to fall, but will not conquer.

Then will the king of the north again raise a multitude, greater than the first, - and, at the end of the times - some years, he will come on and on with a great army, and with great substance.