Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
At whose look the earth is shaking; at whose touch the mountains send out smoke.
And he went in flight through the air, seated on a storm-cloud: going quickly on the wings of the wind.
The heavens were bent, so that he might come down; and it was dark under his feet.
And all the mountain of Sinai was smoking, for the Lord had come down on it in fire: and the smoke of it went up like the smoke of a great burning; and all the mountain was shaking.
You have not come to a mountain which may be touched, and is burning with fire, and to a black cloud, and a dark smoke, and a violent wind,