1A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, "" From where does my help come?

2My help [is] from YHWH, "" Maker of the heavens and earth,

3He does not permit your foot to be moved, "" He who is preserving you does not slumber.

4Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, "" He who is preserving Israel.

5YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, "" YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,

6By day the sun does not strike you, "" Nor the moon by night.

7YHWH preserves you from all evil, "" He preserves your soul.

8YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, "" From now on—even for all time!