91 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High Under the shadow of the Almighty will tarry,
2 Saying of Yahweh—My refuge and my fortress, My God in whom I will trust.
3 For he will rescue thee From the snare of the fowler, From the destructive pestilence.
4 With his pinion will he cover thee And under his wings shalt thou seek refuge, A shield and buckler is his faithfulness.
5 Thou shalt not be afraid Of the dread of the night, Of the arrow that flieth by day;
6 Of the pestilence that in darkness doth walk, Of the plague that layeth waste at noonday.
7 There shall fall at thy side a thousand, Yea myriads at thy right hand, Unto thee shall it not come nigh;
8 Save only with thine own eyes shalt thou discern And the recompense of the lawless shalt thou see.
9 Because thou [hast made] Yahweh my refuge,—The Most High thou hast made thy dwelling-place
10 There shall not be sent unto thee misfortune, Nor shall plague come near into thy tent;
11 For his messengers will he charge concerning thee, To keep thee in all thy ways;
12 On hands will they bear thee up Lest thou strike against a stone thy foot;
13 On the lion and adder shalt thou tread, Shalt trample on young lion and crocodile.
14 Because on me he hath set firm his love Therefore will I deliver him, I will set him on high Because he hath known my Name;
15 He shall call me and I will answer him, With him will I be in distress, I will rescue him and will honour him;
16 With length of days will I satisfy him, And will shew him my salvation.