1211A Song of degrees. I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help.2My help [cometh] from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.3He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.4Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.5The LORD [is] thy keeper: the LORD [is] thy shade upon thy right hand.6The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.7The LORD will preserve thee from all evil: he will preserve thy soul.8The LORD will preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for ever.