7 In my trouble my voice went up to the Lord, and my cry to my God: my voice came to his hearing in his holy Temple, and my prayer came to his ears.
8 Then the earth was moved with a violent shock; the bases of heaven were moved and shaking, because he was angry.
9 There went up a smoke from his nose, and a fire of destruction from his mouth: coals were lighted by it.
10 The heavens were bent, so that he might come down; and it was dark under his feet.
11 And he went through the air, seated on a storm-cloud: going quickly on the wings of the wind.
12 And he made the dark his tent round him, a mass of waters, thick clouds of the skies.
13 Before his shining light his dark clouds went past, raining ice and coals of fire.
