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.