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.

the raging waters
    would have swept us away.

Praise be to the Lord,
    who has not let us be torn by their teeth.
We have escaped like a bird
    from the fowler’s snare;(A)
the snare has been broken,(B)
    and we have escaped.

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