Psalms 121

1 A Song of degrees. I will lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my help.

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

2 My help [cometh] from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.

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

3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

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

4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

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

5 The LORD [is] thy keeper: the LORD [is] thy shade upon thy right hand.

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

6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

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

7 The LORD will preserve thee from all evil: he will preserve thy soul.

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

8 The LORD will preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for ever.

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