Psalms 121

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

A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?

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

My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

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

He will not allow your foot to slip; your Protector will not slumber.

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

Behold, the Protector of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

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

The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is the shade on your right hand.

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

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

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

The LORD will guard you from all evil; He will preserve your soul.

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

The LORD will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.