O Lord, bend your heaven low, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
He looks at the earth, and it trembles. He touches the mountains, and they smoke.
He rode on one of the angels as he flew, and he soared on the wings of the wind.
He spread apart the heavens and came down with a dark cloud under his feet.
All of Mount Sinai was covered with smoke because the Lord had come down on it in fire. Smoke rose from the mountain like the smoke from a kiln, and the whole mountain shook violently.
You have not come to something that you can feel, to a blazing fire, to darkness, to gloom, to a storm,