Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

How precious is your loving kindness, God! The children of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings.

“Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.

though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.

Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.

For you have been my help. I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings.

The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God’s cedars.

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,

He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, and broke away their chains.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.