Psalm 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!