4 then the waters had overwhelmed us,the stream had gone over our soul:
5 then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
6 Blessed be the Lord,who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
7 Our soul is escaped as a birdout of the snare of the fowlers:the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
8 Our help is in the name of the Lord,who made heaven and earth.