He bowed the heavens and came down; a very thick cloud was under his feet. He rode upon a cherub and flew; he was seen on the wings of the wind.
So he bowed the heavens and came down with a thick cloud under his feet. And he mounted a cherub and flew, and he swooped down on wings of wind. He made darkness his hiding place; all about him his covering was a darkness of waters, thick clouds. From the brightness before him …
Sing to God, sing praises to his name. Lift up a song to the rider on the clouds—his name is Yah— and rejoice before him.
to the one who rides in the highest heavens of old. See, he gives forth his voice, a mighty voice.
the one who sets beams in the waters for his upper chambers, who makes clouds his chariot, who rides on the wings of the wind,