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.