[1]A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?[2]My help [is] from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,[3]He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.[4]Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.[5]Jehovah [is] thy preserver, Jehovah [is] thy shade on thy right hand,[6]By 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!