1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, Under the shadow of the Almighty, will tarry,

2 Saying of Yahweh—My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I will trust.

3 For, he, will rescue thee, From the snare of the fowler, From the destructive pestilence.

4 With his pinion, will he cover thee, And, under his wings, shalt thou seek refuge, A shield and buckler, is his faithfulness.

5 Thou shalt not be afraid, Of the dread of the night, Of the arrow that flieth by day;

6 Of the pestilence that, in darkness, doth walk, Of the plague that layeth waste at noonday.

7 There shall fall, at thy side, a thousand, Yea, myriads, at thy right hand, Unto thee, shall it not come nigh;

8 Save only, with thine own eyes, shalt thou discern, And, the recompense of the lawless, shalt thou see.

9 Because, thou, [hast made] Yahweh, my refuge,—The Most High, thou hast made thy dwelling-place,

10 There shall not be sent unto thee misfortune, Nor shall, plague, come near into thy tent;

11 For, his messengers, will he charge concerning thee, To keep thee, in all thy ways;

12 On hands, will they bear thee up, Lest thou strike, against a stone, thy foot;

13 On the lion and adder, shalt thou tread, Shalt trample on young lion and crocodile.

14 Because, on me, he hath set firm his love, Therefore will I deliver him, I will set him on high, Because he hath known my Name;

15 He shall call me, and I will answer him, With him, will, I, be, in distress, I will rescue him, and will honour him;

16 With length of days, will I satisfy him, And will show him my salvation.