Psalm 124

BUt, that the Lord, our part did please to take,
But that God holpe vs, (Isr'el now may say)
When men did their Assaults against vs make,
Wee to their throtes had bene a living-prey;
For, wroth at vs, with spighfull rage were they.

Wee by the Flouds, had then bene closed round;
Ev'n quite above our soul, the streames had gone:
The swelling flouds, our soul had surely drownd,
Wee, therfor, blesse & praise the Lord, alone,
That, by their teeth wee were not ceaz'd vpon.

For, as a bird, out of a fouling snare,
Ev'n so, our soul escaped from the ginn:
The nett is broke, & wee deliver'd are;
And, God, (whose work, the heav'ns & earth have (binn)
Is hee, whose Name, our healp consisteth in.