[A song of degrees.]
1
I will lift vp mine eyes vnto the hilles: from whence commeth my helpe.
2
My helpe commeth from the Lord: which made heauen and earth.
3
He will not suffer thy foote to bee moued: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4
Behold, he that keepeth Israel;
shall neither slumber nor sleepe.
5
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade, vpon 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 euill: hee shall preserue thy soule.
8
The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in: from this time foorth and euen for euermore.