Psalms 121

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

Pesem preizvrstna. Oči svoje naj bi povzdignil na one gore? Od kod naj mi pride pomoč?

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

Pomoč moja bodi od Gospoda, kateri je naredil nebesa in zemljo.

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

Naj ne dopusti, da omahne noga tvoja, varuh tvoj naj ne spí.

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

Glej, ne dremlje in ne spí varuh Izraelov.

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

Gospod varuh tvoj, Gospod je senca tvoja na desni roki tvoji.

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

Podnevi te ne bode zadevalo solnce, ali mesec ponoči.

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

Gospod te bode varoval vsega zlega, varoval bode dušo tvojo.

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

Gospod bode varoval hojo tvojo, od tega časa do vekomaj.