1He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, Under the shadow of the Almighty, will tarry, 2Saying of Yahweh—My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I will trust. 3For, he, will rescue thee, From the snare of the fowler, From the destructive pestilence. 4With his pinion, will he cover thee, And, under his wings, shalt thou seek refuge, A shield and buckler, is his faithfulness. 5Thou shalt not be afraid, Of the dread of the night, Of the arrow that flieth by day; 6Of the pestilence that, in darkness, doth walk, Of the plague that layeth waste at noonday. 7There shall fall, at thy side, a thousand, Yea, myriads, at thy right hand, Unto thee, shall it not come nigh; 8Save only, with thine own eyes, shalt thou discern, And, the recompense of the lawless, shalt thou see. 9 Because, thou, [hast made] Yahweh, my refuge,—The Most High, thou hast made thy dwelling-place, 10There shall not be sent unto thee misfortune, Nor shall, plague, come near into thy tent; 11For, his messengers, will he charge concerning thee, To keep thee, in all thy ways; 12On hands, will they bear thee up, Lest thou strike, against a stone, thy foot; 13On the lion and adder, shalt thou tread, Shalt trample on young lion and crocodile. 14Because, on me, he hath set firm his love, Therefore will I deliver him, I will set him on high, Because he hath known my Name; 15He shall call me, and I will answer him, With him, will, I, be, in distress, I will rescue him, and will honour him; 16With length of days, will I satisfy him, And will show him my salvation.