Nnwom 121

1 Ɔsoroforo dwom. Mema mʼani so kyerɛ mmepɔw no, ɛhe na me mmoa fi bɛba?

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

2 Me mmoa fi Awurade, ɔsoro ne asase yɛfo no.

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

3 Ɔremma wo nan nwatiri, nea ɔhwɛ wo no rentɔ nko.

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

4 Ampa ara, nea ɔhwɛ Israel no rentɔ nko na ɔrenna.

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

5 Awurade hwɛ wo so; Awurade ne wo nwini wɔ wo nsa nifa so;

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

6 Owia rensɛe wo wɔ adekyee mu, na ɔsram nso rensɛe wo anadwo.

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

7 Awurade bɛbɔ wo ho ban afi ɔsɛe nyinaa ho, ɔbɛhwɛ wo nkwa so;

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

8 Awurade bɛhwɛ wʼadifi ne wo fieba so mprempren ne daa.

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