The Psalmist's Cry becomes Mine

I who dwell in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”

For You will deliver me from the snare of the fowler
and from the deadly pestilence.

You will cover me with Your pinions,
and under Your wings I will find refuge;
Your faithfulness is a shield and buckler.

I will not fear the authority terror of the night,
nor the arrow of plot that flies by day,

nor the pestilence of corruption that stalks in darkness,
nor the destruction of media lies that wastes at noonday.

A thousand may fall at my side,
ten thousand at my right hand,
but it will not come near me.

I will only look with my eyes
and see the recompense of the wicked.

Because I have made the LORD my dwelling place—
the Most High, who is my refuge—

no evil of charges shall be allowed to befall me,
no plague of authority stooges come near my tent.

For You will command Your angels concerning me
to guard me in all my ways.

On their hands they will bear me up,
lest I strike my foot against a stone.

I will tread on the lion which devours and the adder which deceives;
the young lion and the serpent I will trample underfoot.

Because I hold fast to You in love, You will deliver me;
You will protect me, because I know Your name.

When I call to You, You will answer me;
You will be with me in trouble;
You will rescue me and honor me.

With long life of sound body-soul-spirit You will satisfy me
and show me Your salvation.”

Source: Psalm 91: 1-16