Chapter 91

  He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,  

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  He is saying of Jehovah, 'My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,'  

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  For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.  

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  With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler [is] His truth.  

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  Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,  

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  Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,  

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  There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.  

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  But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,  

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  (For Thou, O Jehovah, [art] my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.  

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  Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,  

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  For His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways,  

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  On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.  

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  On lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon.  

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  Because in Me he hath delighted, I also deliver him -- I set him on high, Because he hath known My name.  

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  He doth call Me, and I answer him, I [am] with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.  

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  With length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!  

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