Psalms 121

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

A Song of degrees. I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: whence shall my help come?

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

My help [cometh] from Jehovah, who made the heavens and the earth.

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

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

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

Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

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

Jehovah is thy keeper, Jehovah is thy shade upon thy right hand;

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

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

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

Jehovah will keep thee from all evil; he will keep thy soul.

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

Jehovah will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth and for evermore.