Psalm CXXI

Unto the hills, from whence my help
Doth come, I [will] lift [up] mine eyes.

In God, who made both heaven and earth,
My only [help and] succour lies.

He will not let thy foot be mov'd,
Nor slumbers who thee [always] keeps.

Behold, he that keeps Israel,
He slumbers not, nor [ever] sleeps.

The mighty Lord thy keeper is,
And he doth [always] by thee stand;
To be a shade and a defence
[Daily] to thee at thy right hand.

The scorching Sun in Summer heat,
Shall not by day thee [hurt or] smite;
Nor the Moon's hurtful influence
Annoy thee in the [darksome] night.

The Lord shall keep thee from all ill,
Thy soul he shall keep [safe and] sure;

Thy going out, and coming in
The Lord shall still [to thee] secure.