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
Why should I fear in the days of evil,
When the iniquity at my heels surrounds me?
As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.