Psalms 121

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

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Atingʼo wangʼa ka arango gode, ere kuma konyruokna biro aye?

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

Konyruokna aa kuom Jehova Nyasaye, Jachwech polo gi piny.

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

Ok obi weyo tiendi kier, Jal ma riti ok bi nur;

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

adier, Jal marito Israel ok nur kendo ok nindi.

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

Jehova Nyasaye riti, Jehova Nyasaye e tipo moumi gi yo badi korachwich;

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

omiyo chiengʼ ok nochami godiechiengʼ kendo dwe ok notimi gimoro gotieno.

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

Jehova Nyasaye biro riti mondo gimoro amora kik ohinyi.

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

Jehova Nyasaye biro riti kidonjo kendo kiwuok, obiro timo kamano sani kendo nyaka chiengʼ.