Bible Verses About Protection

To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.

Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

To the Overseer. --By a servant of Jehovah, by David, who hath spoken to Jehovah the words of this song in the day Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul, and he saith: --I love Thee, O Jehovah, my strength.

Jehovah is my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God is my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

Also--when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff--they comfort me.

The king is not saved by the multitude of a force. A mighty man is not delivered, By abundance of power.

A false thing is the horse for safety, And by the abundance of his strength He doth not deliver.

For the arms of the wicked are shivered, And Jehovah is sustaining the righteous.

When he falleth, he is not cast down, For Jehovah is sustaining his hand.

To the Overseer. --By sons of Korah. `For the Virgins.' --A song. God is to us a refuge and strength, A help in adversities found most surely.

God in her high places is known for a tower.

To the Overseer. --`Destroy not.' --A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.

And I--I sing of Thy strength, And I sing at morn of Thy kindness, For thou hast been a tower to me, And a refuge for me in a day of adversity.

Only--He is my rock, and my salvation, My tower, I am not much moved.

Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

For he delivereth the needy who crieth, And the poor when he hath no helper,

He hath pity on the poor and needy, And the souls of the needy he saveth,

From fraud and from violence he redeemeth their soul, And precious is their blood in his eyes.

For of Jehovah is our shield, And of the Holy One of Israel our king.

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

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

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

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

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

He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.