Psalms 121

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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