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A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?
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My help `is' from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,
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He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
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Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.
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Jehovah `is' thy preserver, Jehovah `is' thy shade on thy right hand,
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By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.
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Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.
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Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!