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I lift up my eyes to the mountains—     where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord,     the Maker of heaven and earth.  He will not let your foot slip—     he who watches over you will not slumber;  indeed, he who watches over Israel     will neither slumber nor sleep.  The Lord watches over you—     the Lord is your shade at your right hand;  the sun will not harm you by day,     nor the moon by night.  The Lord will keep you from all harm—     he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going     both now and forevermore.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
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I lift up my eyes to the mountains—     where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord,     the Maker of heaven and earth.  He will not let your foot slip—     he who watches over you will not slumber;  indeed, he who watches over Israel     will neither slumber nor sleep.  The Lord watches over you—     the Lord is your shade at your right hand;  the sun will not harm you by day,     nor the moon by night.  The Lord will keep you from all harm—     he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going     both now and forevermore.
Psalm 121.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
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