From my anxiety and darkness I look up to where the mountaintop touches the clouds, sailing across the face of the noonday sun.
I look there and see His hands, from which comes my help.
Oh, come soon, Yahweh. Make haste to help me. Maranatha, One who formed the dry land, the heavens, the water above the heavens, the elohim you have placed there, the lesser lights.
Yahweh makes your steps firm on sure and steady ground.
It is true, true. Yahweh keeps the child of his promise, even Israel. He is ever wakeful and watchful. No sleep shall overcome him.
Yahweh is your protector, the one whose shadow shelters you in your presence at all times.
During the day, you are safe in his shade, and in the night, you are safe in his hands.
From the wicked one , Yahweh guards you. Each moment of your life he watches over you.
When you come in and go out, from now until forever more, Yahwaeh watches over you.
