Psalm 124

BUt that the LORD (may Israel say)
But that the LORD to us did stick:
When en'mies rose to hunt their prey,
They had devoured Israel quick:
Whose kindling fury nothing stopt.
The flouds did rise, the waves did roll,
Our soul had then been over-topt,
The waters proud had drown'd our soul.
Blessed be God that gave us not
Into their cruell teeth a prey:
Like bird from snare of fowler got,
So is our soul escap't away.
The snare is broke that held the game,
By that good means do we evade:
Our help is in Jehovahs Name,
Who hath both earth and heaven made.