Psalms 121

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

Nkunga wuyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Ndimvumbulanga meso mama ku miongo, kuevi kuela totukila lusadusu luama e?

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

Lusadusu luama luntotukila kuidi Yave; mvangi wu diyilu ayi ntoto.

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

Kalendi bika ko kulu kuaku kusialumuka; mutu wowo weti kukebanga kalendi niungina ko.

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

Bukiedika, mutu wowo weti sunga Iseli, kalendi niungina ko voti leka tulu ko

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

Yave niandi wukusunganga, niandi kitsusula kiaku va koko kuaku ku lubakala.

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

Thangu yilendi ku vanga ko mbimbi va muini voti ngondi va builu.

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

Yave wela kukebanga mu mambimbi moso, niandi wela sunganga luzingu luaku.

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

Yave wela kusunga mu kuiza kuaku ayi mu kuenda kuaku tona buabu nate mu zithangu zioso.