A Song of the Ascents.
1I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?
2My help [is] from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,
3He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
4Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.
5 Jehovah [is] thy preserver, Jehovah [is] thy shade on thy right hand,
6By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.
7 Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.
8 Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!