Psalms 18:3-14

³Worthy of praise is the Lord whom I call on, he rescues me from all my foes.

⁴The waves of death broke about me, fearful floods of chaos.

⁵Sheol threw cords around me, snares of death came to meet me.

⁶In distress I cried to the Lord, and shouted for help to my God; in his temple he heard my voice, into his ears came my cry.

⁷Then the earth shook and quaked, mountains trembled to their foundations, and quaked because of his wrath.

⁸Smoke went up from his nostrils, devouring fire from his mouth, coals were kindled by it.

⁹Then he bent the sky and came down, thick darkness was under his feet.

¹⁰He rode on a cherub and flew, darting on wings of wind,

¹¹with his screen of darkness about him, in thick dark clouds of water.

¹²At the radiance before him there passed hailstones and coals of fire.

¹³The Lord thundered from heaven, the Most High uttered his voice.

¹⁴He shot his arrows and scattered them, flashed lightnings, and routed them.