Psalms 121

1 A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?

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

2 My help [is] from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

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

3 He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

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

4 Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.

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

5 Jehovah [is] thy preserver, Jehovah [is] thy shade on thy right hand,

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

6 By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.

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

7 Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.

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

8 Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!

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