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