Psalms 121

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

Thaburi ya Agendi Nĩngũtiira maitho makwa ndore irĩma-inĩ: ũteithio wakwa ũngiuma na kũ?

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

Ũteithio wakwa uumaga kũrĩ Jehova, o we Mũũmbi wa igũrũ na thĩ.

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

We ndangĩreka kũgũrũ gwaku gũtirũke: ũcio mũmenyereri waku ndarĩ hĩndĩ angĩcũnga;

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

ti-itherũ, ũcio mũmenyereri wa Isiraeli ndarĩ hĩndĩ angĩcũnga, kana ahĩtwo nĩ toro.

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

Jehova nĩwe ũkũmenyagĩrĩra: Jehova nĩwe kĩĩruru gĩaku guoko-inĩ gwaku kwa ũrĩo;

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

mũthenya wee ndũngĩringĩka nĩ riũa, kana ũringĩke nĩ mweri ũtukũ.

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

Jehova nĩarĩkũgitagĩra kuuma ũũru-inĩ wothe: nĩarĩĩmenyagĩrĩra muoyo waku;

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

Jehova nĩarĩkũmenyagĩrĩra ũkiumagara na ũgĩcooka, kuuma rĩu nginya tene na tene.