22:1
“The Lord is my high ridge,
22:3 My God
my shield, the horn that saves me,
my refuge, my savior. You save me from violence!
22:4 I called
and I was delivered from my enemies.
22:5 The waves of death engulfed me;
the currents
22:6 The ropes of Sheol
the snares of death trapped me.
22:7 In my distress I called to the Lord;
I called to my God.
From his heavenly temple
he listened to my cry for help.
22:8 The earth heaved and shook;
the foundations of the sky
They heaved because he was angry.
22:9 Smoke ascended from
fire devoured as it came from his mouth;
he hurled down fiery coals.
22:10 He made the sky sink
a thick cloud was under his feet.
22:11 He mounted
he glided
22:12 He shrouded himself in darkness,
in thick rain clouds.