Be exalted, be raised on high, be lifted up, O splendid King! Upon the throne raised high and lifted up, fearful and terrific. Thou dwellest in the chambers of the temple of loftiness. The servants of Thy throne are terrified and make tremble the heavens which are the footstool of Thy feet, each day, with voice of exultation and tumult of psalmody and roar of songs. (As it is said, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts.”)
Messengers of the Power [of God] and awakeners of the Shekhinah (tumultuous of voice, who magnify song to the voice of the servants and the voice of the mighty), sing, with sweet mouth and with holy melody, Him who dwelleth in the lava stream of flaming coals. They bear up the wheel of the throne of His glory, [singing]: “Sing, sing for joy, supernal dwelling! Shout, shout for joy, precious vessel!