Psalm 121

When I look up for help, I sigh.
There is no help to be seen.
I cry out for help.
From where will it come?
It comes from You, my Lord,
Maker of the depths of the earth,
And Lover of the depths of my soul.

You molded each pebble and grain of sand.
And order my steps and days.
You ignited the Sun with flame,
But protect me from its burning rays.
You shaped the face of the moon,
Yet shield me from its lunacy.
You cause me to lie down and sleep,
Though You never close Your eyes to slumber.
You tell me to cast my burden on you,
And You hold me in the palm of your hand.

I have nothing to fear, for my hope is in You:
Protector, Sustainer, Helper, and Shield.
You keep me. You guard me. You guide me. You hold me.
Forever.