Psalm 91

He who is dwelling || In the secret place of the Most High, || Habitually lodges in the shade of the Mighty,

He is saying of YHWH, “My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,”

For He delivers you from the snare of a fowler, || From a calamitous pestilence.

He covers you over with His pinion, || And under His wings you trust, || His truth [is] a shield and buckler.

You are not afraid of fear by night, || Of arrow that flies by day,

Of pestilence that walks in thick darkness, || Of destruction that destroys at noon,

One thousand fall at your side, || And a myriad at your right hand, || [But] it does not come near to you.

But with your eyes you look, || And you see the reward of the wicked,

(For You, O YHWH, [are] my refuge), || You made the Most High your habitation.

Evil does not happen to you, || And a plague does not come near your tent,

For He charges His messengers for you, || To keep you in all your ways,

On the hands they bear you up, || Lest you strike your foot against a stone.

You tread on lion and cobra, || You trample young lion and dragon.

Because he has delighted in Me, || I also deliver him—I set him on high, || Because he has known My Name.

He calls Me, and I answer him, || I [am] with him in distress, || I deliver him, and honor him.

I satisfy him with [the] length of [his] days, || And I cause him to look on My salvation!