Psalms 121

1 A Song of degrees. I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: whence shall my help come?

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

2 My help [cometh] from Jehovah, who made the heavens and the earth.

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

3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

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

4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

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

5 Jehovah is thy keeper, Jehovah is thy shade upon thy right hand;

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

6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

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

7 Jehovah will keep thee from all evil; he will keep thy soul.

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

8 Jehovah will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth and for evermore.

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