A song for the ascents.
I raise my eyes to the mountains:
from where does my help come?
My help comes from Yahweh,
maker of heavens and earth.
May he not give your foot to slipping;
may he not doze, your keeper.
There, he doesn’t doze and he doesn’t sleep,
Yisrâ’el’s keeper.
Yahweh is your keeper, Yahweh is your shade,
at your right hand.
By day the sun will not strike you down,
or the moon by night.
Yahweh will keep you from everything bad;
he will keep your life.
Yahweh will keep your going out and your coming in,
from now and permanently.
Teach us, good Lord,
to serve thee as thou deservest;
to give and not to count the cost;
to fight and not to heed the wounds;
to toil and not to seek for rest;
to labour and not to ask for any reward,
save that of knowing that we do thy will,
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen
St Ignatius