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!