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,