Psalms 121

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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