3 God, my rock, in him will I take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge; My savior, you save me from violence.
4 I will call on Yahweh, who is worthy to be praised: So shall I be saved from my enemies.
5 For the waves of death compassed me; The floods of ungodliness made me afraid:
6 The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came on me.
7 In my distress I called on Yahweh; Yes, I called to my God: He heard my voice out of his temple, My cry [came] into his ears.
8 Then the earth shook and trembled, The foundations of heaven quaked Were shaken, because he was angry.
9 There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, Fire out of his mouth devoured: Coals were kindled by it.
