Had not the Lord been on our side,
When men rose up against us,
Then they had swallowed us up alive,
When their wrath was kindled against us;
The waters had overwhelmed us,
The stream had gone over our soul,
The proud waters had gone over our soul.
Blessed be the Lord!
He hath not given us a prey to their teeth,
Our soul is escaped, as a bird out of the snare of the fowler;