Psalms 121

1 A song of degrees. I will lift mine eyes vnto the mountaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.

Yon Sòm pou monte vè tanp lan Mwen leve zye m vè mòn yo. Se kibò sekou mwen va sòti?

2 Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth.

Sekou m sòti nan SENYÈ a, ki te fè syèl la ak tè a.

3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.

Li p ap kite pye ou chape. (Sila) ki kenbe ou a p ap kabicha, ni dòmi.

4 Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe.

Gade byen, (Sila) ki kenbe Israël p ap kabicha, ni Li p ap dòmi.

5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand.

SENYÈ a se gadyen ou. SENYÈ a se lonbraj a men dwat ou.

6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night.

Solèy p ap frape ou lajounen, ni lalin pandan lannwit.

7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.

SENYÈ a va pwoteje ou de tout mal. Li va kenbe nanm ou.

8 The Lord shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth and for euer.

Li va pwoteje ou lè ou sòti ak lè ou antre, depi nan moman sa a e jis rive pou tout tan.