If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
Mounted on a mighty angelic being, he flew, soaring on the wings of the wind.
The sun rises at one end of the heavens and follows its course to the other end. Nothing can hide from its heat.
“But for you who fear my name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings. And you will go free, leaping with joy like calves let out to pasture.