He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Will abide under the shadow of the Almighty I will say of the Lord He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in Him I trust For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence He will cover you with His feathers And under His wings you will trust His truth will be your shield and buckler He will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day Nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness Nor the death that destroys at noonday A thousand may fall at your side And ten thousand at your right hand But it will not come near you Only with your eyes will you behold And see the reward of the wicked For you, O Lord, are my refuge In the Most High you have made your dwelling place No evil will befall you, nor will any plague come near your tent For his angels will give him charge over you To guard you in all your ways They will bear you up in their hands So that you will not dash your foot against a stone You will tread on the lion and the cobra The young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot Because he has set his love on me Therefore I will deliver him I will set him on high Because I have known my name 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