Psalms 121

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, From where does my help come?

Keima kadah'in thinglhanglam kavei, hichea kon a khu eipanpi hung hintem?

2 My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,

Vanle lei sem pa Paka a kon a eipanpi hung ahi.

3 He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.

Aman nangma nakipalsah louding; nachingpa chu ihmu louding ahi.

4 Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.

Tahbeh'in Israel chingpa chu itihchan hijongleh ihmu lhulou ding ahilouleh ihmu louding ahi.

5 YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,

Yahweh Pakai amatah chu nachingpa ahi! Ama nakom a ading jingin nahoidohna lim in apang jinge.

6 By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.

Sun leh nisan nasangpeh pontin, janleh lhavah injong nasubeipon te.

7 YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.

Yahweh Pakai in thilse jousea nahoidohsah in tin nahinkho chingjing nante.

8 YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!

Yahweh Pakai in tuapat tonsot gei in navai kondoh leh nahung vailhun in nachingjing tahen.