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1 A songe of the steares. I Will lyft vp myne eyes vnto the hylles, from whence commeth my helpe?
2 My helpe commeth euen from the Lorde, which hath made heauen and earth.
3 He wyll not suffre thy fote to be moued, and he that kepeth the, wyll not slepe.
4 Beholde, he that kepeth Israel, shall nether slombre nor slepe.
5 The Lorde hym selfe is thy keper, the Lorde is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande.
6 So that the sunne shall not burne the by daye, nether the moone by nyght.
7 The Lorde shall preserue the from all euell, yee it is euen he that shall kepe thy soule.
8 The Lorde shall preserue thy goynge out and thy commynge in, from thys tyme forth for euer more.