He rode on a Keruv, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.
He lays the beams of his chambers in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.
Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
The LORD reigns! Let the peoples tremble. He sits enthroned among the Keruvim. Let the earth be moved.
We are become as they over whom you never bear rule, as those who were not called by your name.