Psalms 91

¹He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

²He is saying of Jehovah, 'My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,'

³For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

⁴With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler is His truth.

⁵Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,

⁶Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,

⁷There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

⁸But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,

⁹(For Thou, O Jehovah, art my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.

¹⁰Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,

¹¹For His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways,

¹²On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

¹³On lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon.

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

¹⁵He doth call Me, and I answer him, I am with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.

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

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