1: He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually, 2: He is saying of Jehovah, 'My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,' 3: For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence. 4: With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler [is] His truth. 5: Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day, 6: Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon, 7: There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh. 8: But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest, 9: (For Thou, O Jehovah, [art] my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation. 10: Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent, 11: For His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways, 12: On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot. 13: On lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon. 14: Because in Me he hath delighted, I also deliver him -- I set him on high, Because he hath known My name. 15: He doth call Me, and I answer him, I [am] with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him. 16: With length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!