Psalms 121

1 A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come?

Mɔzɔha. Mewu mo dzi ɖe togbɛawo ŋu, afi ka nye xɔname atso ava?

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

Nye xɔname atso Yehowa, ame si wɔ dziƒo kple anyigba la gbɔ.

3 He will not allow your foot to slip; your Protector will not slumber.

Mana wò afɔ naɖiɖi o, eya ame si dzɔa ŋuwò la madɔ akɔlɔ̃e o.

4 Behold, the Protector of Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Vavã, eya ame si dzɔa Israel ŋu la, madɔ akɔlɔ̃e loo, alo adɔ alɔ̃ o.

5 The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is the shade on your right hand.

Yehowae nye tawòkpɔla, Yehowae nye wò vɔvɔli le wò nuɖusime

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

eya ta ɣe maɖu wò le ŋkeke me loo, alo ɣleti le zã me o.

7 The LORD will guard you from all evil; He will preserve your soul.

Yehowa aɖe wò le vɔ̃wo katã me, eye wòakpɔ wò agbe ta.

8 The LORD will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.

Yehowa adzɔ wò vava kple wò dzodzo ŋuti, fifia yi ɖase mavɔmavɔ me.