Sleeping under God's Wings

There are two things I look forward to every week. One of those things is Doughnut Tuesdays, where the abbey kitchen makes delicious doughnuts for the seminarian community and we eat them ravenously. The other thing (and the more important thing, without saying) is Compline II for Sundays. Here is the psalm that we pray... I'll let you figure out why I look forward to singing it every week.

Psalm 91

He who dwells in the shelter of the most high,

and abides in the shade of the Almighty,

says to the Lord: "My refuge,

My stronghold, my God in whom I trust!"

It is he who will free you from the snare

of the fowler who seeks to destroy you;

he will conceal you with his pinions

and under his wings you will find refuge.

You will not fear the terror of the night

nor the arrow that flies by day,

nor the plague that prowls in the darkness

nor the scourge that lays waste at noon.

A thousand may fall at you side,

ten thousand fall at your right,

you, it will never approach;

his faithfulness is buckler and shield.

Your eyes have only to look

to see how the wicked are repaid,

you who have said: "Lord, my refuge!"

and have made the Most High your dwelling.

Upon you no evil shall fall,

no plague approach where you dwell.

for you has he commanded his angels

to keep you in all your ways.

They shall bear you upon their hands

lest you strike your foot against a stone.

On the lion and the viper you will tread

and trample the young lion and the dragon.

Since he clings to me in love, I will free him;

protect him for he knows my name.

When he calls I shall answer: "I am with you."

I will save him in distress and give him glory.

With length of life I will content him;

I shall let him see my saving power.