Psalms 87

1 A Psalm of a Song for the sons of Core. His foundations are in the holy mountains.

Salimo la Ana a Kora. Iye wakhazikitsa maziko ake pa phiri loyera;

2 The Lord loves the gates of Sion, more than all the tabernacles of Jacob.

Yehova amakonda zipata za Ziyoni kupambana malo onse okhalamo a Yakobo.

3 Glorious things have been spoken of you, O city of God. (Pause)

Za ulemerero wako zimakambidwa, Iwe mzinda wa Mulungu: (Sela)

4 I will make mention of Raab and Babylon to them that know me: behold also the Philistines, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians: these were born there.

“Ndidzanena za Rahabe ndi Babuloni pakati pa iwo amene amandidziwa. Dzikonso la Filisitiya, Turo pamodzi ndi Kusi, ndipo ndidzati, ‘Uyu anabadwira mʼZiyoni.’”

5 A man shall say, Sion [is my] mother; and [such] a man was born in her; and the Highest himself has founded her.

Ndithudi, za Ziyoni adzanena kuti, “Uyu ndi uyo anabadwira mwa iye, ndipo Wammwambamwamba adzakhazikitsa iyeyo.”

6 The Lord shall recount [it] in the writing of the people, and of these princes that were born in her.

Yehova adzalemba mʼbuku la kawundula wa anthu a mitundu ina: “Uyu anabadwira mʼZiyoni.” (Sela)

7 The dwelling of all within you is [as the dwelling] of those that rejoice.

Oyimba ndi ovina omwe adzati, “Akasupe anga onse ali mwa iwe.”