If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea,
He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.
His going out is from the end of the heavens, his circuit to its ends. There is nothing hidden from its heat.
But to you who fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in its wings. You will go out and leap like calves of the stall.