Psalms 18:8

The cords of Sheol were around me.

The snares of death came on me.

In my distress I called on the LORD,

and cried to my God.

He heard my voice out of his temple.

My cry before him came into his ears.

Then the earth shook and trembled.

The foundations also of the mountains quaked and were shaken,

because he was angry.

He bowed the heavens also, and came down.

Thick darkness was under his feet.

He rode on a cherub, and flew.

Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.

He made darkness his hiding place, his pavilion around him,

darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.