1 A song of degrees. 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.