Psalms 121

1 The song of the steares. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto the hylles, from whence commeth my helpe. 2 My helpe commeth euen from the Lord which hath made heauen and earth. 3 He wyll not suffer thy fote to be moued, and he that kepeth the slepeth not. 4 Beholde, he that kepeth Israell, doth nether slomber nor slepe. 5 The Lorde him selfe is thy keper, 'fee Lorde is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande. 6 So that the sunne shall not burne the by daye, nether the mone by nyght. 7 The Lorde preserueth the from all euyll, yea it is the Lorde that kepeth thy soule. 8 The Lorde preserueth thy goyng out and thy commynge in, from thys tyme forth for euer more.