In the quiet of a still night, where the soul seeks solace amidst the unseen, a vision unfolds—a dream woven with threads of trial and triumph. Those who abide in the sanctuary of the Supreme will find peace in the shelter of the Omnipotent. I will proclaim of the Eternal, “He is my haven and my stronghold, my Deity, in whom I place my confidence.” Assuredly, He will deliver you from the trapper’s trap and from the fatal contagion. He will envelop you with His plumage, and beneath His canopy you will discover safety; His steadfastness will serve as your defense and bulwark. You will not dread the horror of the evening, nor the dart that soars in daylight, nor the sickness that prowls in the gloom, nor the calamity that strikes at noon.