Psalms 121

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

ᾠδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν ἦρα τοὺς ὀφθαλμούς μου εἰς τὰ ὄρη πόθεν ἥξει ἡ βοήθειά μου

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

ἡ βοήθειά μου παρὰ κυρίου τοῦ ποιήσαντος τὸν οὐρανὸν καὶ τὴν γῆν

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

μὴ δῷς εἰς σάλον τὸν πόδα σου μηδὲ νυστάξῃ ὁ φυλάσσων σε

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

ἰδοὺ οὐ νυστάξει οὐδὲ ὑπνώσει ὁ φυλάσσων τὸν Ισραηλ

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

κύριος φυλάξει σε κύριος σκέπη σου ἐπὶ χεῖρα δεξιάν σου

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

ἡμέρας ὁ ἥλιος οὐ συγκαύσει σε οὐδὲ ἡ σελήνη τὴν νύκτα

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

κύριος φυλάξει σε ἀπὸ παντὸς κακοῦ φυλάξει τὴν ψυχήν σου

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

κύριος φυλάξει τὴν εἴσοδόν σου καὶ τὴν ἔξοδόν σου ἀπὸ τοῦ νῦν καὶ ἕως τοῦ αἰῶνος