1 A song of ascents. I look up toward the hills. From where does my help come? 2 My help comes from the Lord, the Creator of heaven and earth!
3 May he not allow your foot to slip! May your protector not sleep! 4 Look! Israel's protector does not sleep or slumber!
5 The Lord is your protector; the Lord is the shade at your right hand. 6 The sun will not harm you by day, or the moon by night.