PSALM XCI.
[verse 1] HE that sitteth, in the secret of the most-high: shall lodge himself, in the shadow of the Almightie.
[verse 2] I will say; of Jehovah, my safe-hope and my fortresse: my God, in him will I trust.
[verse 3] For he will deliver thee, from the snare of the fowler: from the woefull pestilence.
[verse 4] He will cover thee, with his wing; and under his feathers thou shalt hope for-safetie: his truth, shall be a bukler and a sheild.
[verse 5] Thou shalt not fear, for the dread of the night: for the arrow, that flieth by day.
[verse 6] For the pestilence that wal∣keth in the darknes: for the sting∣ing-plague that wasteth at noon-day.
[verse 7] A thousand, shall fall at thy side; and ten-thousand at thy right-hand: unto thee, it shall not come-neer.