If I were to fly away on wings of the dawn to the east; if I were to live on the far western shore of the sea,
Riding on an angel he flew, swooping on the wings of the wind.
It rises on one side of the heavens and travels across to the other. Nothing is hidden from its heat.
But for those who have reverence for me, the sun of God's salvation will rise with healing in its wings, and you will be set free, leaping like calves released from their stalls.