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[1] A Song of Ascents. I will lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: from whence shall my help come?
[2] My help cometh from 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, who made heaven and earth.
[3] He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
[4] Behold, He that keepeth Israel doth neither slumber nor sleep.
[5] 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 is thy keeper; 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 is thy shade upon thy right hand.
[6] The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
[7] 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 shall keep thee from all evil; He shall keep thy soul.
[8] 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 shall guard thy going out and thy coming in, from this time forth and for ever.
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