I LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS

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 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, 

and he heard me.

Deliver my soul, O LORD, 

from lying lips, and from a 

deceitful tongue. What shall be given 

unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, 

thou false tongue?  Sharp arrows of the 

mighty, with coals of juniper.  Woe is me, 

that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell 

in the tents of Kedar!  My soul hath long 

dwelt with him that hateth peace.

I am for peace: but when I speak, 

they are for war. " A Song of degrees. 

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 

from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the LORD, 

which made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: 

he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall 

neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD 

is thy shade upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee by day, 

nor the moon by night.

The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: 

he shall preserve thy soul.

The LORD shall preserve thy going out 

and thy coming in from this time forth, 

and even for evermore.

Psalms 120:1 - 121:8