Psalms 121

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ mmepɔ no, ɛhe na me mmoa firi bɛba?

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

Me mmoa firi Awurade, ɔsoro ne asase yɛfoɔ no.

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

Ɔremma wo nan nwatiri, deɛ ɔhwɛ wo no, ɔrentɔ nko.

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

Ampa ara deɛ ɔhwɛ Israel no rentɔ nko na ɔrenna.

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

Awurade hwɛ wo so; Awurade ne wo nwunu wɔ wo nsa nifa so;

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

Owia renhye wo wɔ awiaberɛ mu, na ɔsrane nso renha wo anadwo.

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

Awurade bɛbɔ wo ho ban afiri ɔhaw nyinaa ho, ɔbɛhwɛ wo nkwa so;

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

Awurade bɛhwɛ wʼadifire ne wo efieba so, seesei ne daa.