Psalms 121

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

Nagra navua kesga hu'na agonaramintega koanagi, inantegati nazamahu vahera egahie?

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

Monane mopanema tro'ma hu'nea Ra Anumzantegati naza hu'zana ne-e.

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

Agra katre'nigenka regrarinka omasegosane. Na'ankure kagri'ma kegavama hunegantemo'a avura nomasea ne' mani'ne.

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

Antahio, tamagerfa huno Israeli vahe'ma kegavama hunezmantemo'a, avu'tokora nosuno avura nomasea ne' mani'ne.

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

Ra Anumzamo'a tamagrira kegava huramante'ne. Ra Anumzamo'a tona zafagna huno kagri tvaonte mani'neno, kegava hunegante.

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

Zage feru'pima nevnankeno'a zagemo'a tenogasagesigeno, kenage'ma nevnankeno'a, ikamo'a hazenkea ogamigahie.

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

Ra Anumzamo'a kagrira kegava hugante'sigenka, so'e hunka nemaninka hazenkea e'origahane.

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

Meninteti'ma agafa huteno henkama maninoma vaniana, inantego vunka enka'ma hananana Ra Anumzamo'a avua anteno kegava hugante vava huno vugahie.