When I was in trouble I called upon the Lord, *
and he hearkened to my calling.
Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips *
and from a deceitful tongue.
What reward shall be given or done unto you, O false tongue? *
Even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.
Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell in Meshech *
and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar.
My soul has long dwelt among those *
who are enemies of peace.
I labor for peace, but when I speak to them of it, *
they make themselves ready for battle.
I will lift up my eyes unto the hills; *
from whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord, *
who has made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved, *
and he who keeps you will not sleep.
Behold, he who keeps Israel *
shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord himself is your keeper; *
the Lord is your defense upon your right hand;
So that the sun shall not burn you by day, *
neither the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve you from all evil; *
indeed, it is he who shall keep your soul.
The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in, *
from this time forth for evermore.