Psalms 91
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.
8 Ref But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,
9 Ref (For Thou, O Jehovah, `art' my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.