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.