PS 91:1 He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,
PS 91:2 He is saying of Jehovah, `My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,'
PS 91:3 For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.
PS 91:4 With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler `is' His truth.
PS 91:5 Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,
PS 91:6 Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,
PS 91:7 There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.
PS 91:8 But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,
PS 91:9 (For Thou, O Jehovah, `art' my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.
PS 91:10 Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,
PS 91:11 For His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways,
PS 91:12 On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.
PS 91:13 On lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon.
PS 91:14 Because in Me he hath delighted, I also deliver him -- I set him on high, Because he hath known My name.
PS 91:15 He doth call Me, and I answer him, I `am' with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.
PS 91:16 With length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!