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Epic Bible Quote Challenge


PSALM 18:6-19

In my distress I called upon the Lord,
And cried out to my God;
He heard my voice from His temple,
And my cry came before Him, even to His ears.
 

Then the earth shook and trembled;
The foundations of the hills also quaked and were shaken,
Because He was angry.
 
Smoke went up from His nostrils,
And devouring fire from His mouth;
Coals were kindled by it. 
He bowed the heavens also, and came down
With darkness under His feet.




 
And He rode upon a cherub, and flew;
He flew upon the wings of the wind.
 
He made darkness His secret place;
His canopy around Him was dark waters
And thick clouds of the skies.
 
From the brightness before Him,
His thick clouds passed with hailstones and coals of fire.
 

The Lord thundered from heaven,
And the Most High uttered His voice,
Hailstones and coals of fire.
 
He sent out His arrows and scattered the foe,
Lightnings in abundance, and He vanquished them.
 
Then the channels of the sea were seen,
The foundations of the world were uncovered
At Your rebuke, O Lord,
At the blast of the breath of Your nostrils.
 

He sent from above, He took me;
He drew me out of many waters.
 
He delivered me from my strong enemy,
From those who hated me,
For they were too strong for me.
 
They confronted me in the day of my calamity,
But the Lord was my support.
 
He also brought me out into a broad place;
He delivered me because He delighted in me.

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