11 Mounted on a cherub he flew,borne along on the wings of the wind.
12 He made darkness his cloak around him;his canopy, water-darkened stormclouds.
13 From the gleam before him, his clouds passed,hail and coals of fire.
14 The Lord thundered from heaven;the Most High made his voice resound.
15 He let fly his arrows and scattered them;shot his lightning bolts and dispersed them.
16 Then the bed of the sea appeared;the world’s foundations lay bare,At your rebuke, O Lord,at the storming breath of your nostrils.
17 He reached down from on high and seized me;drew me out of the deep waters.