3I call for help from the Lord who should be praised, and he saves me from those who hate me.
4Ropes of death encircled me, surging waters of destruction flooded over me;
5The grave wound its ropes around me; death set snares for me.
6In my despair I called on the Lord—I cried out to my God for help. He heard my voice from his Temple—my cry for help reached his ears.
7The earth shook to and fro; the foundations of the mountains trembled, shaking because of his anger.
8Smoke came out of his nostrils, and fire came from his mouth; burning coals blazed before him.