18 August 2013

Psalm 121

Yesterday morning I read Psalm 121--a beautiful song! I remember my grandmother reciting it when I was a child. She was a small woman, but large of heart. 

Sometimes, our family would be in danger. One day, when night fell, my grandmother knew we were in trouble and spoke it aloud to us. I do not remember all the circumstances. But I do know I felt unsafe that evening--and when these words were spoken as a prayer over us, I felt safe. And we were. 

There are many versions of this special song. Of course, in those days my grandma preferred the King James Version. While I am not one to go around quoting this version of the Bible, I happened upon the Psalm the other day and called to mind the lyricism of the older translation. I decided to look it up and, yes, it is indeed a wonder-full piece of poetry. I invite you to simply let the words soak in today.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:
he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel
shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper:
the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil:
he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in
from this time forth, and even for evermore.

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