PSALM 91

    ¹He who dwells in the Most High’s shelter,

          in the shadow of Shaddai lies at night—

    ²I say of the LORD, “My refuge and bastion,

          my God in whom I trust.”

    ³For He will save you from the fowler’s snare,

          from the disastrous plague.

    ⁴With His pinion He shelters you,

          and beneath His wings you take refuge,

                a shield and a buckler, His truth.

    ⁵You shall not fear from the terror of night

          nor from the arrow that flies by day,

    ⁶from the plague that stalks in darkness

          nor from the scourge that rages at noon.

    ⁷Though a thousand fall at your side

          and ten thousand at your right hand,

                you it will not reach.

    ⁸You but look with your eyes,

          and the wicked’s requital you see.

    ⁹For you—the LORD is your refuge,

          the Most High you have made your abode.

    ¹⁰No harm will befall you,

          nor affliction draw near to your tent.

    ¹¹For His messengers He charges for you

          to guard you on all your ways.

    ¹²On their palms they lift you up

          lest your foot be bruised by a stone.

    ¹³On lion and viper you tread,

          you trample young lion and serpent.

    ¹⁴“For Me he desired and I freed him.

          I raised him high, for he has known My name.

    ¹⁵He calls Me and I answer him,

          I am with him in his straits.

                I deliver him and grant him honor.

    ¹⁶With length of days I shall sate him,

          and show him my rescue.”