1 A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?

2 M y help from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

3 H e suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

4 L o, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.

5 J ehovah thy preserver, Jehovah thy shade on thy right hand,

6 B y day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.

7 J ehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.

8 J ehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!