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Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

Blessed [is] Jehovah who hath not given us, A prey to their teeth.

Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.

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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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