(KJV)

Then the waters had overwhelmed us,
the stream had gone over our soul:
Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.

Blessed be the LORD,
who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers:
the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
Our help is in the name of the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.