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