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Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will rest in the Almighty’s shade
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust, I’m not afraid”

Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare
And from the deadly pestilence
He will cover you with His feathers
And under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness
Will be your shield and rampart
And you will never be apart

You will not fear the terror of night
Nor the arrow that flies by day
Nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness
Nor the plague that destroys at midday

A thousand may fall at your side
Ten thousand at your right hand
But it will not come near you
You will only observe with your eyes being stand
And see the punishment of the wicked
As the power of God just for you committed

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge”
And you make the Most High your dwelling
No harm will overtake you
No disaster will come near your tent where you are living

For He will command His angels concerning you
To guard you in all your ways
So that you will not strike your foot against a stone
They will lift you up in their hands

You will tread on the lion and the cobra
You will trample the great lion and the serpent
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name, my dear servant

He will call on Me, and I will answer him
I will be with him in trouble
I will deliver him and honor him
With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation when he struggle”