Jul 21, 2008 19:45
THE BOOK OF PSALMS
91
He who dwells in the Most High's shelter,
in the shadow of Shaddai lies at night--
I say of the Lord, "My refuge and bastion,
my God in whom I trust."
For He will save you from the fowler's snare,
from the disastrous plague.
With His pinion He shelters you,
and beneath His wings you take refuge,
a shield and a buckler, His truth.
You shall not fear from the terror of night
nor from the arrow that flies by day,
from the plague that stalks in darkness
nor from the scourge that rages at noon.
Though a thousand fall at your side
and ten thousand at your right hand,
you it will not reach.
You but look with your eyes,
and the wicked's requital you shall see.
For you--the Lord is your refuge,
the Most High you have made your abode.
No harm will befall you,
nor affliction draw near to your tent.
For His messengers He charges for you
to guard you on all your ways.
On their palms they lift you up
lest your foot be bruised by a stone.
On lion and viper you tread,
you trample young lion and serpent.
"For Me he desired and I freed him.
I raised him high, for he has known My name.
He calls Me and I answer him,
I am with him in his straits.
I deliver and grant him honor.
With length of days I shall sate him,
and show him my rescue."
Translated by Robert Alter
religion,
poetry