A song of degrees.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills;
Where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
Maker of the shamayim and earth.
3 He does not allow your foot to be moved;
He who watches over you does not slumber.
4 See, He who is guarding Yisra’ĕl
Neither slumbers nor sleeps.
5 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is your guard;
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun does not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
7 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 guards you from all evil;
He guards your being.
8 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 guards your going out and your coming in
Now and forever.