Shelter under divine protection

Refuge is sung with wings, snares, night terror, and a thousand falling

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. The poem then speaks to the trusting one: deliverance from the fowler's snare and noisome pestilence, cover under feathers, truth as shield, no fear of night terror, flying arrow, dark pestilence, or noonday destruction.

A thousand may fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; it shall not come nigh thee. No plague shall come nigh thy dwelling. Angels are given charge to keep the ways, to bear up lest a foot strike a stone; lion, adder, young lion, and dragon are trampled. This is trust poetry of shelter. It is not a guarantee against all harm, and it is not a medical exemption from disease, accident, war, or death.

The last voice is God's, and trouble is still named inside it

Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name. He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.

With him in trouble means presence in trouble, not a life with none. Long life is the poem's closing gift-language, not a contract that faithful people outlive others. Later, in the Gospel temptation scenes, the devil quotes the angel lines to urge a leap from the temple. That reuse warns against testing God by reckless danger, refusing medicine, ignoring evacuation, or blaming people who are harmed as if they lacked refuge.