His body was like topaz, his face like the brilliance of lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and feet like the gleam of polished bronze, and the sound of his words like the sound of a multitude.

Infuriated, the king of the South will march out to fight with the king of the North who will raise a large army but they will be handed over to his enemy.

When the army is carried off, he will become arrogant and cause tens of thousands to fall, but he will not triumph.

The king of the North will again raise a multitude larger than the first. After some years he will advance with a great army and many supplies.