Rotherham(i)
5 Thou shalt not be afraid, Of the dread of the night, Of the arrow that flieth by day;
6 Of the pestilence that, in darkness, doth walk, Of the plague that layeth waste at noonday.
7 There shall fall, at thy side, a thousand, Yea, myriads, at thy right hand, Unto thee, shall it not come nigh;
8 Save only, with thine own eyes, shalt thou discern, And, the recompense of the lawless, shalt thou see.
9 Because, thou, [hast made] Yahweh, my refuge,––The Most High, thou hast made thy dwelling–place, 10 There shall not be sent unto thee misfortune, Nor shall, plague, come near into thy tent;
9 Because, thou, [hast made] Yahweh, my refuge,––The Most High, thou hast made thy dwelling–place, 10 There shall not be sent unto thee misfortune, Nor shall, plague, come near into thy tent;