Psalms 121

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

Abụ nrigo. Aga m eweli anya m abụọ elu, lee ha nʼelu ugwu niile, olee ebe inyeaka ga-esi bịara m?

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

Inyeaka m na-esite nʼaka Onyenwe anyị, onye kere eluigwe na ụwa bịa.

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

Ọ gaghị ekwe ka ụkwụ gị gbụchapụ, onye na-eche gị nche na-amụ anya oge niile;

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

nʼezie onye na-eche Izrel nche adịghị arahụ ụra, ọ dịghị atụkwa oru ụra.

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

Onyenwe anyị na-eche gị nche, Onyenwe anyị bụ ndo gị nʼaka nri gị;

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

anyanwụ agaghị achagbu gị nʼehihie, ọnwa agaghị etigbukwa gị nʼabalị.

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

Onyenwe anyị ga-edebe gị ka ihe ọjọọ ọbụla ghara ịdakwasị gị. Ọ ga na-eche ndụ gị nche mgbe niile.

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

Onyenwe anyị ga-echebe gị mgbe ị na-apụ na mgbe ị na-abata abata, site ugbu a ruo mgbe niile ebighị ebi.