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I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved.
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The hangman's noose was tight at my throat; devil waters rushed over me.
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Hell's ropes cinched me tight; death traps barred every exit.
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A hostile world! I call to God, I cry to God to help me. From his palace he hears my call; my cry brings me right into his presence - a private audience!
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Earth wobbles and lurches; huge mountains shake like leaves, Quake like aspen leaves because of his rage.
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His nostrils flare, bellowing smoke; his mouth spits fire. Tongues of fire dart in and out;
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he lowers the sky. He steps down; under his feet an abyss opens up.
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He's riding a winged creature, swift on wind-wings.
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Now he's wrapped himself in a trenchcoat of black-cloud darkness.
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But his cloud-brightness bursts through, spraying hailstones and fireballs.
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Then God thundered out of heaven; the High God gave a great shout, spraying hailstones and fireballs.