I dwell in the shelter of the Most High, I rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."
Surely he has saved me from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He has covered me with his feathers, and under his wings I find refuge; his faithfulness is my shield and rampart.
I do not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nr the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at my side, ten thousand at my right hand, but it will not come near me. I will only observe with my eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
I make the Most High my dwelling - even the Lord, who is my refuge - so no harm will befall me, no disaster will come near my tent. For he will command his angels concerning me to guard me in all my ways; they will lift me up in their hands, so that I will not strike my foot against a stone. I will tread upon the lion and the cobra; I will trample the great lion and the serpent.
Because I love you Lord, you have rescued me, you protect me, you acknowledge my name. I call upon you, and you answer me; you are with me in trouble, you deliver me and honor me. You satisfy me with long life and show me your salvation.
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