Courtesy of Eugene Peterson’s The Message, but altered a little…
When I sit down in the High God’s presence and spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow, I say ‘God, you’re my refuge. I trust in you and I’m safe!’ Yes, you rescue me from hidden traps, and you shield me from deadly hazards.
Your huge outstretched arms protect me, and under them I’m perfectly safe; your arms fend off all harm. I fear nothing – not the wild wolves in the night, or flying arrows in the daytime. I don’t fear disease that prowls through the darkness, or the disaster that erupts at high noon. Even though others succumb all around me, and drop like flies left and right, no harm will even graze me, I will stand untouched, watch it all from a distance, watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God is my refuge, and the High God my very own home, evil cannot get close to me, and harm cannot get through the door. God you order your angels to guard me wherever I go. If I stumble, they will catch me; their job is to keep me from falling. I’ll walk unharmed among lions and snakes, and kick young lions and serpents from the path.
God says to me, ‘If you hold on to me for dear life, then I’ll get you out of any trouble, and I’ll give you the best of care, if you’ll only get to know and trust me.’
Lord I call to you and you answer, and you are at my side in bad times; you rescue me, then throw me a party. You give me long life, and you give me a long drink of salvation!