I look to the hills – from where does my help come from? It comes from the maker of heaven and earth. My keeper will not let my foot slip – he does not slumber; nor does he sleep at night. He is the shade on my right hand – the sun will not smite me by day, nor the moon by night. He keeps my soul from evil, he guards my soul from evil, he guards my going out and coming in again, from this day forth and evermore.