From whence does my help come?
Song of Ascents
I lift up my eyes to the mountains; where is my help to come from?
My help comes from Yahweh who made heaven and earth. May he save
your foot from stumbling; may he, your guardian, not fall asleep!
You see�he neither sleeps nor slumbers, the guardian of Israel.
Yahweh is your guardian, your shade, Yahweh, at your right hand.
By day the sun will not strike you, nor the moon by night. Yahweh
guards you from all harm Yahweh guards your life, Yahweh guards
your comings and goings, henceforth and for ever.
Where are you? I look to the hills, and find only slate and rubble.
Where are you? I look to the skies; I look for you in the patterns of the clouds. There is nothing but the soughing of the wind.
Where are you? I seek you in the stillness of an empty chapel, tracing stained-glass images with my finger, and find only silence.
Where are you? I look in my heart, and find only a well of loneliness.
Where are you?