Rotherham(i)
8 There went up smoke in his nostrils, and, a fire out of his mouth, devoured, Live coals, were kindled from it:
9 Then he stretched out the heaven, and came down,––and, thick gloom, was under his feet;
10 Then he rode on a cherub, and flew, and darted on the wings of the wind;
11 Made darkness his hiding–place, Round about him––his pavilion, Darkness of waters, clouds of vapours.