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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’erwhelm’d, the stream our soul o’er 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 heaven’s frame.