Psalms 121

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

Svētku dziesma. Es paceļu savas acis uz tiem kalniem, no kurienes man nāk palīdzība.

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

Mana palīdzība nāk no Tā Kunga, kas debesis un zemi radījis.

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

Viņš tavai kājai neliks slīdēt; kas tevi pasargā, Tas nesnauž.

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

Redzi, Israēla sargs nesnauž un neguļ.

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

Tas Kungs tevi pasargā; Tas Kungs ir tava ēna pa tavu labo roku,

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

Ka dienā saule tevi nespiež, nedz mēnesis naktī.

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

Tas Kungs lai tevi pasargā no visa ļauna, lai Viņš sarga tavu dvēseli.

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

Tas Kungs lai pasargā tavu iziešanu un ieiešanu, no šī laika mūžīgi.