He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Will abide under the shadow of the Almighty
I will say of the Lord
He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in Him I trust
For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence
He will cover you with His feathers
And under His wings you will trust
His truth will be your shield and buckler
He will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day
Nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness
Nor the death that destroys at noonday
A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand
But it will not come near you
Only with your eyes will you behold
And see the reward of the wicked
For you, O Lord, are my refuge
In the Most High you have made your dwelling place
No evil will befall you, nor will any plague come near your tent
For his angels will give him charge over you
To guard you in all your ways
They will bear you up in their hands
So that you will not dash your foot against a stone
You will tread on the lion and the cobra
The young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot
Because he has set his love on me
Therefore I will deliver him
I will set him on high
Because I have known my name
He will call on me, and I will answer him
I will be with him in trouble
I will deliver him and honor him
With long life
I will satisfy him and show him my salvation
