When I was in trouble I called upon the Lord  *

and he heard me.

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips *

and from a deceitful tongue.

What reward shall be given or done unto thee, thou false tongue *

even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.

Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech *

and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar.

My soul hath long dwelt among them *

that are enemies unto peace.

I labour for peace, but when I speak unto them thereof *

they make them ready to battle.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills  *

from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh even from the Lord *

who hath made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved *

and he that keepeth thee will not sleep.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel *

shall neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord himself is thy keeper *

the Lord is thy defence upon thy right hand;

So that the sun shall not burn thee by day *

neither the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil *

yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul.

The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in *

from this time forth for evermore.