I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
And He rideth on a cherub, and doth fly, And He flieth on wings of wind.
From the end of the heavens is his going out, And his revolution is unto their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.
And risen to you, ye who fear My name, Hath the sun of righteousness--and healing in its wings, And ye have gone forth, and have increased as calves of a stall.