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Salmos 121,1-8
Psalm CXXI.
1 The great safety of the godly, who put their trust in Gods protection.
A song of degrees.
1 [ Or, shall I lift vp mine eies to the hils? whence should my helpe come?] I will lift vp mine eyes vnto the hilles: from whence commeth my helpe.
2 [ Psa_144:7.] My helpe commeth from the Lord: which made heauen and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foote to bee moued: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel; shall neither slumber nor sleepe.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade, vpon thy right hand.
6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day; nor the moone by night.
7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euill: hee shall preserue thy soule.
8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in: from this time foorth and euen for euermore.