1 H e who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

2 H e is saying of Jehovah, `My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,'

3 F or He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

4 W ith His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler His truth.

5 T hou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,

6 O f pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,

7 T here fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

8 B ut with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,

9 ( For Thou, O Jehovah, my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.

10 E vil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,

11 F or His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways,

12 O n the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

13 O n lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon.

14 B ecause in Me he hath delighted, I also deliver him -- I set him on high, Because he hath known My name.

15 H e doth call Me, and I answer him, I with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.

16 W ith length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!