Tu Não Serás Atingido (Salmo 91)

He who dwells in the shelter
Of the Most High
Will rest in the shadow of the Almighty
I will say of the Lord: He is my God
And my refuge
My fortress, in Him I will trust

He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the deadly pestilence
He will cover you with His feathers
Under His wings you will find refuge
His truth is a shield and a buckler

You will not fear the terror of night
Nor the arrow that flies by day
Nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness
Nor the plague that destroys at midday

A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand
A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand
But you will not be, will not be hit
You will not be hit
You will not be, will not be hit
You will not be hit

Only with your eyes will you see
And behold the punishment of the wicked
For you, O Lord, are my refuge
The Most High is your dwelling place

No harm will overtake you
No harm will overtake you
No disaster will come near your tent
No harm will overtake you
No harm will overtake you
No disaster will come near your tent

For He will command His angels
Concerning you
To guard you in
All your ways
They will lift you up in their hands
So that you will not strike
Your foot against a stone
He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the deadly pestilence
He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the deadly pestilence

You will not be, will not be hit
You will not be hit
And you will not be, will not be hit
You will not be hit!