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[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!
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