The messenger of Yahweh encampeth around them who revere him, Thus hath he delivered them.

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, Under the shadow of the Almighty, will tarry,

Yea, though I walk through a valley death-shadowed, I will fear no harm, for, thou, art with me, Thy rod and thy staff, they, comfort me.

Thou, art a hiding-place for me, From distress, wilt thou preserve me, - With shouts of deliverance, wilt thou compass me about. Selah.

For, his messengers, will he charge concealing thee, To keep thee, in all thy ways;

They made outcry, and Yahweh heard, And, out of all their straits, hath he rescued them. Near is Yahweh, to the broken in heart, And, the crushed in spirit, will he save. Many are the misfortunes of the righteous, But, out of them all, doth Yahweh rescue him.

Yahweh, will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth, even unto times age-abiding.