Then had the swelling waters gone over our soul.

Praised be the Lord, which hath not given us as a prey unto their teeth.

Our soul is escaped, even as a bird out of the [a]snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are delivered.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 124:7 For the wicked did not only furiously rage against the faithful, but craftily imagined to destroy them.

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