He stood on the cherubim and flew. The wings of the wind lifted him up.
He builds his palace high in the heavens. He makes the clouds serve as his chariot. He rides on the wings of the wind.
Lord, open up your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will pour out smoke.
Shepherd of Israel, hear us. You lead the people of Joseph like a flock. You sit on your throne between the cherubim. Show your glory
The Lord rules. Let the nations tremble. He sits on his throne between the cherubim. Let the earth shake.
We are like people you never ruled over. We are like those who don’t belong to you.