7
A hostile world! I called to God, to my God I cried out. From his palace he heard me call; my cry brought me right into his presence - a private audience!
In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried to my God: and he did hear my voice out of his temple, and my cry [did enter] into his ears.] (See Gill on Psalms 18:6).
5
The waves of death crashed over me, devil waters rushed over me.
6
Hell's ropes cinched me tight; death traps barred every exit.
7
A hostile world! I called to God, to my God I cried out. From his palace he heard me call; my cry brought me right into his presence - a private audience!
8
Earth wobbled and lurched; the very heavens shook like leaves, Quaked like aspen leaves because of his rage.
9
His nostrils flared, billowing smoke; his mouth spit fire. Tongues of fire darted in and out;
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