And He rode upon a cherub (storm) and flew;
And He sped on the wings of the wind.

Where the birds make their nests;
As for the stork, the fir trees are her house.

He hushed the storm to a gentle whisper,
So that the waves of the sea were still.

Let our barns be full, supplying every kind of produce,
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;