Psalms 121

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 [Song of Ascents] I lift up my eyes to the mountains; where is my help to come from?	1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.
2 My help comes from Yahweh who made heaven and earth.	2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.
3 May he save your foot from stumbling; may he, your guardian, not fall asleep!	3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.
4 You see -- he neither sleeps nor slumbers, the guardian of Israel.	4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.
5 Yahweh is your guardian, your shade, Yahweh, at your right hand.	5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:
6 By day the sun will not strike you, nor the moon by night.	6 my soul hath been long a sojourner.
7 Yahweh guards you from al harm Yahweh guards your life,	7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.
8 Yahweh guards your comings and goings, henceforth and for ever.