Psalm 91

This shelter is warm

and secure

the fowler's snare evades me

My shield and rampart are strong and unfolding

even though i can not see them

The terrors of the night penetrate

the arrows of the day pierce

yet I am protected

although i observe with my eyes

I stay under the wing.

Divine Messengers guard me

I walk upon their hands

so the ground can not hurt me

Upon the lion and cobra I trample

Because my cymbals do not clang

I am rescued

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