A song of degrees.
1
I will lift mine eyes vnto the mouuntaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.
2
Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth.
3
He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.
4
Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe.
5
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand.
6
The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night.
7
The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.
8
The Lorde shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth & for euer.