Psalms 121

1 A song of ascents. I will lift up my eyes to the mountains. From where will my help come?

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

2 My help comes from Yahweh, who made heaven and earth.

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

3 He will not allow your foot to slip; he who protects you will not slumber.

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

4 See, the guardian of Israel never slumbers or sleeps.

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

5 Yahweh is your guardian; Yahweh is the shade at your right hand.

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

6 The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

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

7 Yahweh will protect you from all harm, and he will protect your life.

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

8 Yahweh will protect you in all you do now and forevermore.

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