Psalms 121

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ mmepɔ no, ɛhe na me mmoa firi bɛba?

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

Me mmoa firi Awurade, ɔsoro ne asase yɛfoɔ no.

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

Ɔremma wo nan nwatiri, deɛ ɔhwɛ wo no, ɔrentɔ nko.

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

Ampa ara deɛ ɔhwɛ Israel no rentɔ nko na ɔrenna.

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

Awurade hwɛ wo so; Awurade ne wo nwunu wɔ wo nsa nifa so;

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

Owia renhye wo wɔ awiaberɛ mu, na ɔsrane nso renha wo anadwo.

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

Awurade bɛbɔ wo ho ban afiri ɔhaw nyinaa ho, ɔbɛhwɛ wo nkwa so;

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

Awurade bɛhwɛ wʼadifire ne wo efieba so, seesei ne daa.