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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.
In his anger smoke poured out of his nostrils,
    and consuming fire from his mouth;
        coals were lit from it.

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