Psalms 121

1 A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?

The song of greces. I reiside myn iyen to the hillis; fro whannus help schal come to me.

2 My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

Myn help is of the Lord; that made heuene and erthe.

3 He will not allow your foot to slip; your Protector will not slumber.

The Lord yyue not thi foot in to mouyng; nether he nappe, that kepith thee.

4 Behold, the Protector of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Lo! he schal not nappe, nether slepe; that kepith Israel.

5 The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is the shade on your right hand.

The Lord kepith thee; the Lord is thi proteccioun aboue thi riythond.

6 The sun will not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.

The sunne schal not brenne thee bi dai; nether the moone bi nyyt.

7 The LORD will guard you from all evil; He will preserve your soul.

The Lord kepe thee fro al yuel; the Lord kepe thi soule.

8 The LORD will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.

The Lord kepe thi goyng in and thi goyng out; fro this tyme now and in to the world.