Matthew(i)
1 The song of the steares. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto the hylles, from whence commeth my helpe.
2 My helpe commeth euen from the Lord which hath made heauen and earth.
3 He wyll not suffer thy fote to be moued, and he that kepeth the slepeth not.
4 Beholde, he that kepeth Israell, doth nether slomber nor slepe.
5 The Lorde him 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 mone by nyght.
7 The Lorde preserueth the from all euyll, yea it is the Lorde that kepeth thy soule.
8 The Lorde preserueth thy goyng out and thy commynge in, from thys tyme forth for euer more.