^{3 Ref} For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

^{4 Ref} With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler `is' His truth.

^{5 Ref} Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,

^{6 Ref} Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,

^{7 Ref} There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.