Psalm 91

Victory Boyd

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    He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
    Shall 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 will trust

    Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence

    He shall cover you with His feathers,
    and under His wings shall you take refuge, oh
    He shall cover you with His feathers,
    and under His wings shall you take refuge

    His truth shall be your shield and buckler
    You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day
    Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness
    Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday

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    A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand
    But it shall not come near you
    Only with your eyes shall you look, and see the reward of the wicked

    Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge
    Even the Most High, your dwelling place

    No evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling
    For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways
    In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone

    You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra
    The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot
    Because he has set his love upon me, therefore I will deliver him
    I will set him on high, because he has known my name

    He shall call upon 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

    Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence
    He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings shall you take refuge, oh
    He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings shall you take refuge
    His truth shall be your shield and buckler

    You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day
    Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness
    Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday
    A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand
    But it shall not come near you

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