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 will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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