He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty
I will say of the Lord,
He is my refuge and my fortress
My God; in him i will trust
Surely he shall deliver you from the snare
Of the fowler, and from the perilous pestilence
He shall cover you with his feathers
And under his wings you shall take refuge
His truth shall be your shield and buckler
You shall not be afraid of the terror by
Night; nor of the arrow that flieth by day
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday
A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand
But it shall not come near you
Only with your eyes shall you look
And see the reward of the wicked
Because you have made the Lord
Who is my refuge, even the Most High
Your dwelling place
No evil shall befall you
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling
For he shall give his angels charge
Over you, to keep you in all your ways
In their hands they shall bear you up
Lest thou dash your foot against a stone
You shalt tread upon the lion and the cobra
The young lion and the serpent
You shall trample under foot
Because he has set his love upon me
Therefore will I deliver him
I will set him on high, because he has known my name
He shall call upon me, and I will answer him
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him, and honour him
With long life I will satisfy him
And show him my salvation
Amen