Psalms 121

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

A song of ascents. I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. O whence shall help for me come?

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

From the Lord comes help to me the creator of heaven and earth.

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

Your foot he will not let totter: he who guards you will not sleep.

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

The guardian of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

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

The Lord is he who guards you your shelter upon your right hand.

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

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

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

From all evil the Lord will guard you, he will guard your life.

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

The Lord will guard your going and coming from now and for evermore.