PSAL. CXXIV. A song of degrees of David

HAd not the Lord been on our side, may Israel now proclaim: Had not the Lord been on our side when men against us came: They then had swallow'd us alive, when their wrath on us burn'd. Then had the waters us o'rewhelm'd, the stream our soul o'return'd.

The waters proud then on our soul had passed on their way. Blest be the Lord that to their teeth did not give us a prey. Our soul is as a bird escap'd out of the fowlers snare; The snare asunder broken is, and we escaped are.

The succour which we do enjoy, is in Jehovahs Name: Who is the Maker of the earth, and of the heavens frame.