Psalms 121

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

1A gradual canticle. I rejoiced at the things that were said to me: We shall go into the house of the Lord.

2My help <FI>is<Fi> from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

2Our feet were standing in thy courts, O Jerusalem.

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

3Jerusalem, which is built as a city, which is compact together.

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

4For thither did the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord: the testimony of Israel, to praise the name of the Lord.

5Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> thy preserver, Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> thy shade on thy right hand,

5Because their seats have sat in judgment, seats upon the house of David.

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

6Pray ye for the things that are for the peace of Jerusalem: and abundance for them that love thee.

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

7Let peace be in thy strength: and abundance in thy towers.

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

8For the sake of my brethren, and of my neighbours, I spoke peace of thee.

9(not in this translation)

9Because of the house of the Lord our God, I have sought good things for thee.