Psalms 121

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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