1 A song of degrees. I will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come. 2 Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth. 3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber. 4 Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe. 5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand. 6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night. 7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule. 8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth and for euer.