Poem March 31, 2003 ISSUE

The 91st Psalm

He that dwelleth 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 will I trust,

Surely he shall deliver thee from the
snare of the fowler, and from the noisome
pestilence.

He shall cover thee with his
feathers, and under his wings
shalt thou trust: his truth shall
be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by
night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

Nor for the pestilence that walketh
in darkness; nor for the destruction that
wasteth at noonday.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and
ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall
not come nigh thee.

Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold
and see the reward of the wicked.

Because thou hast made the Lord,
which is my refuge, even the most High,
thy habitation;

There shall no evil befall thee, neither
shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

For he shall give his angels charge
over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee up in their
hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

Thou shalt tread upon the lion and
adder: the young lion and the dragon
shalt thou trample under feet.

Because he hath set his love
upon me, therefore will I deliver
him: I will set him on high, because
he hath 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 honour him.

With long life will I satisfy him, and
shew him my salvation.

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