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The cords of Sheol[a] surrounded me;
    the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I cried to the Lord;
    to my God I cried for help.
From his Temple he heard my voice;
    my cry reached his ears.

The world shook and trembled;
    the foundations of the mountains quaked,
        they shook because he was angry.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 18:5 I.e. the realm of the dead