Psalm 91–93

¹He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

²He is saying of Jehovah, ‘My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,’

³For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

⁴With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler is His truth.

⁵Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,

⁶Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,

⁷There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

⁸But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,

⁹(For Thou, O Jehovah, art my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.

¹⁰Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,

¹¹For His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways,

¹²On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

¹³On lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon.

¹⁴Because in Me he hath delighted, I also deliver him—I set him on high, Because he hath known My name.

¹⁵He doth call Me, and I answer him, I am with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.

¹⁶With length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!

Psalm 92

¹A Psalm.—A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

²To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

³On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

⁴For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

⁵How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

⁶A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this;—

⁷When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity—For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

⁸And Thou art high to the age, O Jehovah.

⁹For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

¹⁰And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

¹¹And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

¹²The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

¹³Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

¹⁴Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

¹⁵To declare that upright is Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!

Psalm 93

¹Jehovah hath reigned, Excellency He hath put on, Jehovah put on strength, He girded Himself, Also—established is the world, unmoved.

²Established is Thy throne since then, From the age Thou art.

³Floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, Floods have lifted up their voice, Floods lift up their breakers.

⁴Than the voices of many mighty waters, Breakers of a sea, mighty on high is Jehovah,

⁵Thy testimonies have been very stedfast, To Thy house comely is holiness, O Jehovah, for length of days!

Psalm 94