He will cover you with his feathers. Under his wings you will take refuge. His faithfulness is your shield and rampart.

You have set a boundary that they may not pass over; that they don't turn again to cover the earth.

Let my adversaries be clothed with dishonor. Let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.

Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate. A Song of Ascents.

As for the head of those who surround me, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.