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 will lift up my eyes to the mountains. O whence shall help for me come?

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

From the Lord comes help to me the creator of heaven and earth.

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

Your foot he will not let totter: he who guards you will not sleep.

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

The guardian of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

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

The Lord is he who guards you your shelter upon your right hand.

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

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

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

From all evil the Lord will guard you, he will guard your life.

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

The Lord will guard your going and coming from now and for evermore.