Chapter 121

A Song of the Ascents.

1

I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?

2

My help is from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

3

He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

4

Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.

5

Jehovah is thy preserver, Jehovah is thy shade on thy right hand,

6

By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.

7

Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.

8

Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!