Psalms 121

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

Andrandrako mb’amo vohitseo o masokoo, aia ty hiboaha’ ty fañimbañ’ ahiko?

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

Hirik’am’ Iehovà o fañolorañ’ ahikoo, I namboatse i likerañey naho ty tane toiy.

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

Tsy henga’e hasitse o fandia’oo, tsy hirotse i Mpañaro azoy;

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

Eka, tsy hidròdreke, tsy hirotse ty Mpitamiri’ Israele.

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

Iehovà ro Mpañambeñ’ azo, Iehovà ro fialofa’ ty fitàn-kavana’o;

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

Tsy hipisañe ama’o i tariñandrokey, ndra i volañey te haleñe.

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

Hañaro azo amy ze fonga haratiañe t’Iehovà; vaho ho tamirie’e ty fiai’o.

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

Harova’ Iehovà ty fiengà’o naho ty fiziliha’o henane zao vaho nainai’e donia.