Psalm 1211
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1 A song of ascents.2
I look up3 toward the hills. From where4 does my help come? 2 My help comes from the Lord,5 the Creator6 of heaven and earth! 3 May he not allow your foot to slip!
May your protector7 not sleep!8 4 Look! Israel’s protector9 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,
7 The Lord will protect you from all harm;
he will protect your life.
8 The Lord will protect you in all you do,11 now and forevermore.