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The Keeper of Israel: Psalm 121

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from?

A pilgrim psalm. Sung while climbing toward Jerusalem. The mountains around the holy city came into view. But the question: where does help actually come from? The mountains themselves? The pagan shrines once on their heights?

My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.

The answer is clear. Not the mountains but their Maker. Heaven and earth—the whole creation—came from his hand. Help comes from that hand.

He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber.

Your foot. The pilgrims climbed rough paths. Slipping meant injury or death. But the watcher ensures footing. And this watcher doesn't sleep.

Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Repeated with expansion. Israel's guardian. Never sleeping. Never drowsing. Constant vigilance.

The pagan gods were mocked for sleeping. Elijah taunted the prophets of Baal: maybe he's asleep. Israel's God never sleeps.

The Lord watches over you—the Lord is your shade at your right hand.

Shade. In Middle Eastern climate, shade meant survival. The sun could kill. The Lord positions himself as shade—protection from scorching.

At your right hand. The position of defender, of close companion.

The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

Day harm. Night harm. Sunstroke. Whatever the ancients feared from the moon—madness, illness. Neither will touch the guarded pilgrim.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life.

All harm. The scope is total. Life itself—the whole of existence—under divine watch.

The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

Coming and going. Departures and arrivals. Every journey. Every return. Now—present tense. Forevermore—eternal future.

Eight verses. Simple promises. The sleepless guardian. The shading protector. The keeper of coming and going.

Pilgrims still climb. The road still threatens. The watcher still watches. He neither slumbers nor sleeps.