| 1 | A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come? |
| 2 | My help [is] from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth, |
| 3 | He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not. |
| 4 | Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel. |
| 5 | Jehovah [is] thy preserver, Jehovah [is] thy shade on thy right hand, |
| 6 | By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night. |
| 7 | Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul. |
| 8 | Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age! |