A song of degrees.
1 I To the hills lift up mine eyes,
from whence shall come mine aid.
2 Mine help doth from Jehovah come,
which heav’n and earth hath made.
3 He will not let thy foot be mov’d,
nor slumber; that thee keeps.
4 Lo he that keepeth Israel,
he slumbreth not, nor sleeps.
5 The Lord thy keeper is, the Lord
on thy right hand the shade.
6 The Sun by day, nor Moon by night,
shall thee by stroke invade.
7 The Lord will keep the from all ill:
thy soul he keeps alway,
8 Thy going out, and thy income,
the Lord keeps now and aye.