Psalms 87

1 Of the Korahites, a psalm. A song. On the holy mountain stands the city he founded.

Anih ing a tlang ciim awh dyih hun sai hy;

2 The Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Jacob a awmnaak hunkhqi boeih anglakawh Zion chawmkeng ce BAWPA ing lungnak khqoet hy.

3 Glorious things he is speaking of you, you city of God. (Selah)

Nang a boeimangnaak ce kqawn uhy, Aw Khawsa a Khawk bau;

4 ‘Among those who are mine I name Rahab and Babylon, Philistia, Tyre, Ethiopia, their people will say I was born in Zion.

Kai anik simkhqi anglakawh Rahab ingkaw Babylon ce khoem kawng nyng – Philistia awm, Tura ingkaw Kush ing haih awh - Ve ak thalng taw Zion awh thang hy,” ti kawng nyng.

5 As for Zion it will be said each and all were born in her.’ The Lord will preserve her.

Zion awh vemyihna a nak kqawn kawm uh, “Vawhkaw ingkaw cawhkaw ce anih ing cuun nawh, Sawsang Soeih ing anih ce caksak kaw,” tinawh.

6 The Lord will count, when enrolling the peoples, ‘This one was born there, and that one was born there.’ (Selah)

Thlang boeih ang ming khoemnaak cauk awh Bawipa ing “Ve ak thlang taw Zion awh thang hy,” tinawh qee kaw.

7 Singers and dancers alike will say ‘All my springs are in you.’

Tumding tum kawm usaw, “Ka zeelnaak tui bym boeih taw nang awh ni a awm,” tinawh laa sa kawm uh.