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 last 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 concealing 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.