Psalms 91

¹He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, Habitually lodges in the shade of the Mighty,

²He is saying of YHWH, “My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,”

³For He delivers you from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

⁴He covers you over with His pinion, And under His wings you trust, His truth is a shield and buckler.

⁵You are not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flies by day,

⁶Of pestilence that walks in thick darkness, Of destruction that destroys at noon,

⁷One thousand fall at your side, And a myriad at your right hand, But it does not come near to you.

⁸But with your eyes you look, And you see the reward of the wicked,

⁹(For You, O YHWH, are my refuge), You made the Most High your habitation.

¹⁰Evil does not happen to you, And a plague does not come near your tent,

¹¹For He charges His messengers for you, To keep you in all your ways,

¹²On the hands they bear you up, Lest you strike your foot against a stone.

¹³You tread on lion and cobra, You trample young lion and dragon.

¹⁴Because he has delighted in Me, I also deliver him—I set him on high, Because he has known My Name.

¹⁵He calls Me, and I answer him, I am with him in distress, I deliver him, and honor him.

¹⁶I satisfy him with the length of his days, And I cause him to look on My salvation!

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