5 Then had the waters, swelling high,over our soul made way.
6 Bless'd be the Lord, who to their teethus gave not for a prey.
7 Our soul's escaped, as a birdout of the fowler's snare;The snare asunder broken is,and we escaped are.
8 Our sure and all-sufficient helpis in JEHOVAH's name;His name who did the heav'n create,and who the earth did frame.