8
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, Fire out of his mouth devoured; Coals were kindled by it.
9
He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.
10
He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.
11
He made darkness his hiding-place, his pavilion around him, Darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.