He who dwells in the shelter of God
Will rest in the shadow of the Almighty
For it is He who delivers me from the snare and the plague

My refuge, my fortress
My God, in whom I trust


I will not be afraid of night
Of the arrow that flies by day
Or the plague that stalks in darkness
Of the destruction that lays waste at noon

A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand
This danger shall not approach my tent

I will only look with your eyes
And see the recompense of the wicked
For I have made the Lord, my refuge
The Most High, my dwelling place