Psalmi 121

1 Svētku dziesma. Es paceļu savas acis uz tiem kalniem, no kurienes man nāk palīdzība.

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

2 Mana palīdzība nāk no Tā Kunga, kas debesis un zemi radījis.

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

3 Viņš tavai kājai neliks slīdēt; kas tevi pasargā, Tas nesnauž.

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

4 Redzi, Israēla sargs nesnauž un neguļ.

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

5 Tas Kungs tevi pasargā; Tas Kungs ir tava ēna pa tavu labo roku,

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

6 Ka dienā saule tevi nespiež, nedz mēnesis naktī.

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

7 Tas Kungs lai tevi pasargā no visa ļauna, lai Viņš sarga tavu dvēseli.

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

8 Tas Kungs lai pasargā tavu iziešanu un ieiešanu, no šī laika mūžīgi.

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