Psalms 121

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

“A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” I lift up mine eyes to the hills: Whence cometh my help?

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

My help cometh from the LORD, Who made 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 stumble; Thy guardian doth not slumber.

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

Behold, the guardian of Israel Doth neither slumber nor sleep.

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

The LORD is thy guardian; The LORD is thy shade at 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.

The LORD will preserve thee from all evil; He will preserve thy life.

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

The LORD will preserve thee, when thou goest out and when thou comest in, From this time forth for ever.