< 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 ASCENTS. I lift up my eyes to the hills, From where does my help come?
2 My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,
My help [is] from YHWH, Maker of the heavens and earth,
3 He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.
He does not permit your foot to be moved, He who is preserving you does not slumber.
4 Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.
Behold, He does not slumber, nor sleep, He who is preserving Israel.
5 YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,
YHWH [is] He who is preserving you, YHWH [is] your shade on your right hand,
6 By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.
By day the sun does not strike you, Nor the moon by night.
7 YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.
YHWH preserves you from all evil, He preserves your soul.
8 YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!
YHWH preserves your going out and your coming in, From now on—even for all time!