He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty
I will say to the Lord, My refuge and my fortress
My God, in whom I trust
For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the deadly pestilence
He will cover you with his pinions
And under his wings you will find refuge
His faithfulness is a shield and buckler
You will not fear the terror of the night
Nor the arrow that flies by day
Nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness
Nor the destruction that wastes at noonday
A thousand may fall at your side
Ten thousand at your right hand
But it will not come near you
You will only look with your eyes
And see the recompense of the wicked
Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place
The Most High, who is my refuge
No evil shall be allowed to befall you
No plague come near your tent
For he will command his angels concerning you
To guard you in all your ways
On their hands they will bear you up
Lest you strike your foot against a stone
You will tread on the lion and the adder
The young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot
Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him
I will protect him, because he knows my name
When he calls to me, I will answer him
I will be with him in trouble
I will rescue him and honor him
With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation