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