< 詩篇 121 >
A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, From where does my help come?
My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,
He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.
Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.
YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,
By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.
YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.
8 上主保護您出外,保護您回來,從現在起一直到永遠。
YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!