Psalms 121

1 A song of degrees. I will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.

“A song for the degrees.” I lift up my eyes unto the mountains: whence shall come my help?

2 Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth.

My help is from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.

He will not suffer thy foot to slip: thy keeper doth not slumber.

4 Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe.

Behold, he slumbereth not, and he sleepeth not—the keeper of Israel.

5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand.

The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade, he is on thy right hand.

6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night.

By day the sun shall not strike thee, nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.

The Lord will guard thee against all evil: he will guard thy soul.

8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth and for euer.

The Lord will guard thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth and for evermore.