Psalms 91:1-9

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.