“I called to Yahweh in my anguish, I cried for help to my God. From His Temple, He heard my voice; my cry came to His ears. Then the earth quaked and rocked, the mountains’ foundations shuddered, they quaked at His blazing anger. Smoke rose from His nostrils, from His mouth devouring fire. He parted the heavens and came down, a storm-cloud underneath His feet; riding one of the winged creatures, He flew, soaring on the wings of the wind. His covering He made the darkness, His pavilion dark waters and dense cloud. A brightness lit up before Him, hail and blazing fire.”
“Yahweh thundered from the heavens, the Most High made His voice heard. He shot His arrows and scattered them, He hurled His lightning and routed them. The very springs of ocean were exposed, the world’s foundations were laid bare at Your roaring, Yahweh; at the blast of breath from Your nostrils! He reached down from on high, snatched me up, pulled me from the watery depths; rescued me from my mighty foe, from my enemies who were stronger than I. They assailed me on my day of disaster, but Yahweh was there to support me; He freed me, set me at large, He rescued me because He loves me” (Ps 18:6-19).