1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most Wealthy
will rest in the shadow of the Prosperity.
2 I will say of the Market, "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my god, in whom I trust."
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the poor.
9 If you make the Most Wealthy your dwelling—
even the Market, who is my refuge—
10 then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your house.
11 For he will command his servants concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread upon the bubble and the recession;
you will trample the great bull and the bear.
14 "Because he loves me," says the Market, "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my prosperity."
