Psalms 121

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, From where does my help come?

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

2 My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,

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

3 He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.

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

4 Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.

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

5 YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,

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

6 By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.

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

7 YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.

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

8 YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!

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