Psalms 121

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.	1 A song of ascents. I raise my eyes toward the mountains. From where will my help come?
2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.	2 My help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth.
3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.	3 God will not allow your foot to slip; your guardian does not sleep.
4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.	4 Truly, the guardian of Israel never slumbers nor sleeps.
5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:	5 The LORD is your guardian; the LORD is your shade at your righthand.
6 my soul hath been long a sojourner.	6 By day the sun cannot harm you, nor the moon by night.
7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.	7 The LORD will guard you from all evil, will always guard your life.
	8 The LORD will guard your coming and going both now and forever.