Psalms 18:4-11

4The ropes of death had become tangled around me. The torrents of destruction had overwhelmed me.

5The ropes of the grave had surrounded me. The clutches of death had confronted me.

6I called on the Lord in my distress. I cried to my God for help. He heard my voice from his temple, and my cry for help reached his ears.

7Then the earth shook and quaked. Even the foundations of the mountains trembled. They shook violently because he was angry.

8Smoke went up from his nostrils, and a raging fire came out of his mouth. Glowing coals flared up from it.

9He spread apart the heavens and came down with a dark cloud under his feet.

10He rode on one of the angels  as he flew, and he soared on the wings of the wind.

11He made the darkness his hiding place, the dark rain clouds his covering.