Psalms 121

1 A Song of degrees. I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: whence shall my help come?

Andrandrako mb’amo vohitseo o masokoo, aia ty hiboaha’ ty fañimbañ’ ahiko?

2 My help [cometh] from Jehovah, who made the heavens and the earth.

Hirik’am’ Iehovà o fañolorañ’ ahikoo, I namboatse i likerañey naho ty tane toiy.

3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Tsy henga’e hasitse o fandia’oo, tsy hirotse i Mpañaro azoy;

4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

Eka, tsy hidròdreke, tsy hirotse ty Mpitamiri’ Israele.

5 Jehovah is thy keeper, Jehovah is thy shade upon thy right hand;

Iehovà ro Mpañambeñ’ azo, Iehovà ro fialofa’ ty fitàn-kavana’o;

6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

Tsy hipisañe ama’o i tariñandrokey, ndra i volañey te haleñe.

7 Jehovah will keep thee from all evil; he will keep thy soul.

Hañaro azo amy ze fonga haratiañe t’Iehovà; vaho ho tamirie’e ty fiai’o.

8 Jehovah will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth and for evermore.

Harova’ Iehovà ty fiengà’o naho ty fiziliha’o henane zao vaho nainai’e donia.