You who dwell in the shelter of the Most High,
Who
abide in the
shadow of the Almighty,
Who say to the Lord, "Thou art my refuge,
And my fortress, my God in whom I trust,"
He will surely deliver you from the snare,
When entrapped from the destructive pit.
With his pinions he will cover you,
And under his wings you may hide.
His
faithfulness is a shield and defense,
You shall not be afraid of the
terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Of the
pestilence that stalks in darkness,
Nor the
destruction that wastes at noonday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand,
But it shall not come
near unto you.
You need but look with your eyes,
To see how the
wicked are punished.
Because the Lord is your refuge,
And you have made the Most High your abode,
There shall no
evil befall you,
No
plague come near your tent;
For he will give his
angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways;
They shall
bear you up on their hands,
Lest you strike your foot on a stone.
You shall
tread on the lion and adder,
You shall trample on the young lion and dragon.
"Because of his
love for me I will deliver him,
I will
exalt him, for he knows my name.
He shall call upon me and I will
answer him,
In time of
trouble I will be with him,
I will deliver him and bring him honor,
With long
life will I satisfy him,
And
show him my
power to save."