Psalms 18:13

He rode on a cherub, and flew.

Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.

He made darkness his hiding place, his pavilion around him,

darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.

At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed,

hailstones and coals of fire.

He sent out his arrows, and scattered them.

He routed them with great lightning bolts.

Then the channels of waters appeared.

The foundations of the world were laid bare at your rebuke, LORD,

at the blast of the breath of your nostrils.

He sent from on high.

He took me.

He drew me out of many waters.