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
My Refuge, my Fortress, and in Him I will trust
For He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the deadly pestilence

He will cover you with his feathers
And under his wings, you will be safe
His truth is a shield and 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
But it will not come near you
You will only observe with your eyes
And see 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 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
You will tread on the lion and the cobra
You will trample the great lion and the serpent

Because he loves me, says the Lord
I will rescue him
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name

He will call on 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

Glory to the Lamb, glory