Coverdale(i) 1 I lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles, fro whence commeth my helpe? 2 My helpe cometh euen from the LORDE, which hath made heauen and earth. 3 He will not suffre thy fote to be moued, and he yt kepeth the, slepeth not. 4 Beholde, he that kepeth Israel, doth nether slombre ner slepe. 5 The LORDE himself is thy keper, the LORDE is thy defence vpon yi right honde. 6 So that the Sonne shal not burne the by daye, nether the Moone by night. 7 The LORDE preserueth the from all euell, yee it is the LORDE thath kepeth thy soule. 8 The LORDE preserueth thy goinge out and thy comynge in, from this tyme forth for euermore.