A Song of degrees of David.
First Version (C.M.)
^1Had not the Lord been on our side,
may Israel now say;
^2Had not the Lord been on our side,
when men rose us to slay;
^3They had us swallow'd quick, when as
their wrath gainst us did flame:
^4Waters had cover'd us, our soul
had sunk beneath the stream.
^5Then had the waters, swelling high,
over our soul made way.
^6Bless'd be the Lord, who to their teeth
us gave not for a prey.
^7Our soul's escaped, as a bird
out of the fowler's snare;
The snare asunder broken is,
and we escaped are.
^8Our sure and all-sufficient help
is in Jehovah's name;
His name who did the heav'n create,
and who the earth did frame.