For the music director; by the Lord’s servant David, who sang
18:1 He said:
“I love
18:2 The Lord is my high ridge,
My God is my rocky summit where
my shield, the horn that saves me,
18:3 I called
and I was delivered from my enemies.
18:4 The waves
the currents
18:5 The ropes of Sheol tightened around me,
the snares of death trapped me.
18:6 In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried out to my God.
From his heavenly temple
he listened to my cry for help.
18:7 The earth heaved and shook;
the roots of the mountains
they heaved because he was angry.
18:8 Smoke ascended from
fire devoured as it came from his mouth;
he hurled down fiery coals.
18:9 He made the sky sink
a thick cloud was under his feet.
18:10 He mounted
he glided