Psalms 121

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

A Song of the going up. My eyes are lifted up to the hills: O where will my help come from?

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

Your help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

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

May he not let your foot be moved: no need of sleep has he who keeps you.

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

See, the eyes of Israel's keeper will not be shut in sleep.

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

The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand.

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

You will not be touched by the sun in the day, or by the moon at night.

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

The Lord will keep you safe from all evil; he will take care of your soul.

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

The Lord will keep watch over your going out and your coming in, from this time and for ever.