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- Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon.
- A thousand may fall at your side And ten thousand at your right hand, But it shall not approach you.
- You will only look on with your eyes And see the recompense of the wicked.
- For you have made the LORD, my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
- No evil will befall you, Nor will any plague come near your tent.
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