Psalms 91

1 He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, Habitually lodges in the shade of the Mighty,

2 He is saying of YHWH, “My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,”

3 For He delivers you from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

4 He covers you over with His pinion, And under His wings you trust, His truth [is] a shield and buckler.

5 You are not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flies by day,

6 Of pestilence that walks in thick darkness, Of destruction that destroys at noon,

7 One thousand fall at your side, And a myriad at your right hand, [But] it does not come near to you.

8 But with your eyes you look, And you see the reward of the wicked,

9 (For You, O YHWH, [are] my refuge), You made the Most High your habitation.

10 Evil does not happen to you, And a plague does not come near your tent,

11 For He charges His messengers for you, To keep you in all your ways,

12 On the hands they bear you up, Lest you strike your foot against a stone.

13 You tread on lion and cobra, You trample young lion and dragon.

14 Because he has delighted in Me, I also deliver him—I set him on high, Because he has known My Name.

15 He calls Me, and I answer him, I [am] with him in distress, I deliver him, and honor him.

16 I satisfy him with [the] length of [his] days, And I cause him to look on My salvation!