Psalms 121

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

“A song for the degrees.” I lift up my eyes unto the mountains: whence shall come my help?

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

My help is 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 suffer thy foot to slip: thy keeper doth not slumber.

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

Behold, he slumbereth not, and he sleepeth not—the keeper of Israel.

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

The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade, he is on thy right hand.

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

By day the sun shall not strike thee, nor the moon by night.

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

The Lord will guard thee against all evil: he will guard thy soul.

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

The Lord will guard thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth and for evermore.