Mounted on a mighty angelic being, he flew, soaring on the wings of the wind.
you lay out the rafters of your home in the rain clouds. You make the clouds your chariot; you ride upon the wings of the wind.
Open the heavens, Lord, and come down. Touch the mountains so they billow smoke.
Please listen, O Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph’s descendants like a flock. O God, enthroned above the cherubim, display your radiant glory
The Lord is king! Let the nations tremble! He sits on his throne between the cherubim. Let the whole earth quake!
Sometimes it seems as though we never belonged to you, as though we had never been known as your people.