If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there

Psalm 91 Poetry Part I
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If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,