He rode a creature with wings and flew. He raced on the wings of the wind.
You build your room above the clouds. You make the clouds your chariot, and you ride on the wings of the wind.
Lord, tear open the sky and come down. Touch the mountains so they will smoke.
Shepherd of Israel, listen to us. You lead the people of Joseph like a flock. You sit on your throne between the gold creatures with wings. Show your greatness
The Lord is king. Let the peoples shake with fear. He sits between the gold creatures with wings. Let the earth shake.
We have become like people you never ruled over, like those who have never worn your name.