Psalms 18:3-13

3 I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved.
4 The hangman's noose was tight at my throat; devil waters rushed over me.
5 Hell's ropes cinched me tight; death traps barred every exit.
6 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!
7 Earth wobbles and lurches; huge mountains shake like leaves, Quake like aspen leaves because of his rage.
8 His nostrils flare, bellowing smoke; his mouth spits fire. Tongues of fire dart in and out;
9 he lowers the sky. He steps down; under his feet an abyss opens up.
10 He's riding a winged creature, swift on wind-wings.
11 Now he's wrapped himself in a trenchcoat of black-cloud darkness.
12 But his cloud-brightness bursts through, spraying hailstones and fireballs.
13 Then God thundered out of heaven; the High God gave a great shout, spraying hailstones and fireballs.

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