1[A song of degrees.] I will lift vp mine eyes vnto the hilles: from whence commeth my helpe. 2My helpe commeth from the Lord: which made heauen and earth. 3He will not suffer thy foote to bee moued: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.4Behold, he that keepeth Israel; shall neither slumber nor sleepe. 5The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade, vpon thy right hand.