A song of degrees. of David.
1 HAd not the Lord been on our side,
may Israel now say,
2 Had not God been for us, when men
did rise against us they:
3 They had then swallow’d us alive,
when their wrath on us burn’d.
4 Then had the waters us o’rewhelm’d,
the stream our soul or’e turn’d.
5 The proud waters then, on our soul
had passed on their way:
6 Blest be the Lord, that to their teeth
did not give us a prey.
7 Our soul, as bird, escaped is
out of the fowlers snare:
the snare asunder broken is,
and we delivered are.
8 The succour which we do enjoy,
is in Jehovah’s Name:
who is the maker of the earth,
and of the heavens frame.