I love you, Lord, my strength and my fortress, my Savior, my rock and my God.
My God, my only rock and my refuge, my stronghold, my help and my shield.
I call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.
The waves of death grew high and assailed me.
I faced all the snares of the grave.
Unto the Lord I called in my trouble.
He heard me from His holy place.
I call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.
The quaking earth and shook every mountain.
They trembled with fear at His rage.
From His nose and mouth smoke and fire went.
The coals by its heat set ablaze.
He made the heavens bow and He came down.
A dark cloud was seen under Him.
A cherubim enthroned, He descended.
He flew on the wings of the wind.
I call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.
His covering was made out of darkness.
Dark waters and clouds were His tent.
A shining brightness blazed all around Him.
With hail and with fire giving vent.
Then the Lord filled heaven with thunder.
In strong voice I heard the Most High.
He scattered all my foes with His arrows.
With lightnings He put them to flight.
I call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.
And God revealed the bed of the ocean.
He laid bare all the depths of the world.
The Lord, it was the thread of Your thunder.
That blast of Your anger unfurled.
From on high You reached down and seized me.
You drew me forth out of the deep.
You saved me from the grip of the mighty.
From foes who were too strong for me.
I call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised.
And from all my foes I will be saved.