1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, || From where does my help come? 2 My help [is] from YHWH, || Maker of the heavens and earth, 3 He does not permit your foot to be moved, || He who is preserving you does not slumber. 4 Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, || He who is preserving Israel. 5 YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, || YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand, 6 By day the sun does not strike you, || Nor the moon by night. 7 YHWH preserves you from all evil, || He preserves your soul. 8 YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, || From now on—even for all time!