Psalms 124:7
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
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2If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us:
3Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us:
4Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul:
5Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
6Blessed be the LORD, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
8Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
5Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.
17As for us, our eyes as yet failed for our vain help: in our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save us.
18They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
19Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the heaven: they pursued us upon the mountains, they id wait for us in the wilderness.
20The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of the LORD, was taken in their pits, of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the heathen.
1To the chief Musician, A alm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
9Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
3Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
5The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
6They have prepared a net for my ste; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.
5Can a bird fall in a snare upon the earth, where no gin is for him? shall one take up a snare from the earth, and have taken nothing at all?
4Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou art my strength.
4Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.
10The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.
9Which holdeth our soul in life, and suffereth not our feet to be moved.
19To deliver their soul from death, and to keep them alive in famine.
20Our soul waiteth for the LORD: he is our help and our shield.
8For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
19Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.
17Surely in vain the net is sead in the sight of any bird.
5Our necks are under persecution: we bour, and have no rest.
25For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
47Fear and a snare is come upon us, desotion and destruction.
14The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail.
8Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.
9We gat our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.
15Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.
13Sing unto the LORD, praise ye the LORD: for he hath delivered the soul of the poor from the hand of evildoers.
12Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.
7For without cause have they hid for me their net in a pit, which without cause they have digged for my soul.
2Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
23Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.
11Thou broughtest us into the net; thou laidst affliction upon our loins.
7But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us.
7Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
47Save us, O LORD our God, and gather us from among the heathen, to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.
15O LORD God of Israel, thou art righteous: for we remain yet escaped, as it is this day: behold, we are before thee in our trespasses: for we cannot stand before thee because of this.
4Turn again our captivity, O LORD, as the streams in the south.
8They are brought down and fallen: but we are risen, and stand upright.
15The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
110The wicked have laid a snare for me: yet I erred not from thy precepts.
4How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?
13Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword: