[1] I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come[2]My helpe commeth from God: who hath made heauen and earth[3]He wyll not suffer thy foote to moue: he wyll not sleepe that kepeth thee[4]Beholde, he that kepeth Israel: wyll neither slumber nor sleepe[5]God hym selfe is thy keper: God is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande[6]The sunne shal not hurt thee by day: neither the moone by nyght[7]God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule[8]God wyll preserue thy goyng out and thy commyng in: from this tyme foorth for euermore