Psalms 87

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

Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha. Eɖo eƒe agunu anyi ɖe to Kɔkɔe la dzi.

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

Yehowa lɔ̃ Zion ƒe agbowo wu Yakob ƒe nɔƒewo katã.

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

O! Mawu ƒe du, wogblɔ nu nyui geɖewo tso ŋuwò. (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.

“Maŋlɔ Rahab kple Babilon ƒe ŋkɔ ɖe ame siwo nyam la dome, nenema kee nye Filistia kple Tiro hekpe ɖe Kus ŋuti, magblɔ be, ‘Wodzi esia le Zion.’”

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

Vavã, woagblɔ le Zion ŋu be, “Wodzi esia kple ekemɛ le afi ma, eye Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ŋutɔ aɖo egɔme anyi.”

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

Yehowa aŋlɔ ɖe dukɔwo ƒe agbalẽ me be, “Wodzi esia le Zion.” (Sela)

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

Ne wole ha dzim la, woadzi ha be, “Nye agunuwo katã le mewò.”