The angels come to Enoch
F.I. Andersen / R.H. Charles (composite) · Public domain / scholarly composite. Reproduced for educational and religious commentary.
1At that time, when Enoch had completed three hundred and sixty-five years, in the first month, on the assigned day of the first month, I, Enoch, was alone in my house, resting on my bed, and I was weeping with my eyes.
2As I was lying upon my bed, two huge men appeared to me — the like of which I had never seen on earth. Their faces were shining like the sun; their eyes were like burning lamps; their lips were as fire; their wings were brighter than gold; their hands were whiter than snow.
3They stood at the head of my bed and called me by my name. I awoke from my sleep, and I saw clearly those two men standing in front of me. I greeted them with fear, and the look of my face was changed because of fear.
4Those men said to me, Be brave, Enoch — do not fear; the eternal God has sent us to you. Today you shall ascend with us into heaven. Tell your sons, and your servants, that no one shall seek you, until the Lord brings you back to them.
5I obeyed. I summoned my sons Methuselah, Regim, and Gaidad. I instructed them. Then the two men took me up upon their wings, and they carried me up into the first heaven, and they placed me on the clouds.