Psalm 121

Michael Wigglesworth

I to the hills lift up mine eyes,
from whence shall come mine aid.
Mine help doth from Jehovah come,
which heaven and earth hath made.

He will not let thy foot be moved,
nor slumber; that thee keeps.
Lo, he that keepeth Israel,
he slumbereth not, nor sleeps.

The Lord thy keeper is, the Lord
on thy right hand the shade.
The sun by day, nor moon by night,
shall thee by stroke invade.

The Lord will keep thee from all ills
thy soul he keeps alway,
Thy going out and thy income,
the Lord keeps now and aye.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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