Psalms 121

1 The song of greces. I reiside myn iyen to the hillis; fro whannus help schal come to me.

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

2 Myn help is of the Lord; that made heuene and erthe.

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

3 The Lord yyue not thi foot in to mouyng; nether he nappe, that kepith thee.

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

4 Lo! he schal not nappe, nether slepe; that kepith Israel.

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

5 The Lord kepith thee; the Lord is thi proteccioun aboue thi riythond.

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

6 The sunne schal not brenne thee bi dai; nether the moone bi nyyt.

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

7 The Lord kepe thee fro al yuel; the Lord kepe thi soule.

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

8 The Lord kepe thi goyng in and thi goyng out; fro this tyme now and in to the world.

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