4
I sing to God the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved.
5
The waves of death crashed over me, devil waters rushed over me.
6
Hell's ropes cinched me tight; death traps barred every exit.
7
A hostile world! I called to God, to my God I cried out. From his palace he heard me call; my cry brought me right into his presence - a private audience!
8
Earth wobbled and lurched; the very heavens shook like leaves, Quaked like aspen leaves because of his rage.
Published by permission. Originally published by NavPress in English as THE MESSAGE: The Bible in Contemporary Language copyright 2002 by Eugene Peterson. All rights reserved.