1
I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe?
2
My helpe cometh euen from the LORDE, which hath made heauen and earth.
3
He will not suffre thy fote to be moued, and he yt kepeth the, slepeth not.
4
Beholde, he that kepeth Israel, doth nether slombre ner slepe.
5
The LORDE himself is thy keper, the LORDE is thy defence vpon yi right honde.
6
So that the Sonne shal not burne the by daye, nether the Moone by night.
7
The LORDE preserueth the from all euell, yee it is the LORDE thath kepeth thy soule.
8
The LORDE preserueth thy goinge out and thy comynge in, from this tyme forth for euermore.