I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?

My helpe cometh euen from the LORDE, which hath made heauen and earth.

He will not suffre thy fote to be moued, and he yt kepeth the, slepeth not.

Beholde, he that kepeth Israel, doth nether slombre ner slepe.

The LORDE himself is thy keper, the LORDE is thy defence vpon yi right honde.

So that the Sonne shal not burne the by daye, nether the Moone by night.

The LORDE preserueth the from all euell, yee it is the LORDE thath kepeth thy soule.

The LORDE preserueth thy goinge out and thy comynge in, from this tyme forth for euermore.