Psalm CXXI

Poem by Jean-Antoine De Baïf Period 16th century

Levavi oculos meos in montes.

On the mountain heights, gazing here and there,
I lifted up my eyes, to see if help would come.
My help comes from the Lord, who made the
Earth and the heavens.

He will not suffer, the Lord, that your foot
Should stumble in walking. He will not sleep,
He who is your guard: he will not sleep,
No, nor will he take

Any slumber, he, he who keeps watch alone
Over Israel. The Lord will keep you:
Indeed he will shade you, the Lord; at your right hand
He will stand.

The burning rays of the Sun in broad day,
Nor by night the moon, will harm you;
But from every danger, the Lord will keep you:
Your soul he will keep.

When you wish to go out from within,
When you come back in from outside,
The Lord will keep you from now on
Everywhere and always.

Jean-Antoine de Baïf

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