Psalms 18:8-12

Smoke went up out of His nostrils, And fire from His mouth was devouring; Coals burned from it.

He also bowed the heavens down low, and came down With thick darkness under His feet.

He rode on a cherub and flew; And He sped on the wings of the wind.

He made darkness His hiding place, His canopy around Him, Darkness of waters, thick clouds.

From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds, Hailstones and coals of fire.