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1 A song of degrees. I will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.

3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.

8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth and for euer.