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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 slumb’reth 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 thee from all ill: thy soul he keeps alway, 8 Thy going out, and thy income, the Lord keeps now and aye.