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Sunday, 6 November 2016
A Psalm for Protection
Whoever dwells in the shelter
of the Most High
will rest in the shadow
of the Almighty.
I will say of the
, “He is my refuge
and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield
You will not fear
the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
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.
If you say, “The
is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels
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.
loves me,” says the
, “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.
Sunday, November 06, 2016
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