In the third year of the reign of King Cyrus of Persia, a message was made plain to Daniel, whose Babylonian name was Belteshazzar. The message was true. It dealt with a big war. He understood the message, the understanding coming by revelation:
"During those days, I, Daniel, went into mourning over Jerusalem for three weeks.
I ate only plain and simple food, no seasoning or meat or wine. I neither bathed nor shaved until the three weeks were up.
"On the twenty-fourth day of the first month I was standing on the bank of the great river, the Tigris.
I looked up and to my surprise saw a man dressed in linen with a belt of pure gold around his waist.
His body was hard and glistening, as if sculpted from a precious stone, his face radiant, his eyes bright and penetrating like torches, his arms and feet glistening like polished bronze, and his voice, deep and resonant, sounded like a huge choir of voices.
"I, Daniel, was the only one to see this. The men who were with me, although they didn't see it, were overcome with fear and ran off and hid, fearing the worst.