Psalms 121

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

Orin fún ìgòkè. Èmi yóò gbé ojú mi sórí òkè wọ̀n-ọn-nì— níbo ni ìrànlọ́wọ́ mi yóò ti wá?

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

Ìrànlọ́wọ́ mi tí ọwọ́ Olúwa wá, ẹni tí ó dá ọ̀run òun ayé.

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

Òun kì yóò jẹ́ kí ẹsẹ̀ rẹ kí ó yẹ̀; ẹni tí ó pa ọ́ mọ́ kì í tòògbé.

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

Kíyèsi, ẹni tí ń pa Israẹli mọ́, kì í tòògbé bẹ́ẹ̀ ni kì í sùn.

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

Olúwa ni olùpamọ́ rẹ; Olúwa ní òjìji rẹ ní ọwọ́ ọ̀tún rẹ.

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

Oòrùn kì yóò pa ọ́ ní ìgbà ọ̀sán tàbí òṣùpá ní ìgbà òru.

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

Olúwa yóò pa ọ́ mọ́ kúrò nínú ibi gbogbo yóò pa ọkàn rẹ mọ́

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

Olúwa yóò pa àlọ àti ààbọ̀ rẹ mọ́ láti ìgbà yìí lọ àti títí láéláé.