Psalm 91:3

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Assuredly he shall thee save, and give deliverance From subtile fowler's snare, and from the noisome pestilence.

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Our soul's escaped, as a bird out of the fowler's snare; The snare asunder broken is, and we escaped are.

Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are.

Nor for the pestilence, that walks in darkness secretly; Nor for destruction, that doth waste at noon-day openly.

But surely God shall wound the head of those that are his foes; The hairy scalp of him that still on in his trespass goes.