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