Psalms 121

1 A song of degrees. I will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.

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

2 Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth.

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

3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.

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

4 Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe.

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

5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand.

Yehowae nye tawòkpɔla, Yehowae nye wò vɔvɔli le wò nuɖusime

6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night.

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

7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.

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

8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth and for euer.

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