Psalms 87

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

Yon Sòm a fis a Koré yo; Yon Chan Fondasyon Li nan mòn sen yo.

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

SENYÈ a renmen pòtay Sion yo plis pase tout lòt abitasyon a Jacob yo.

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

Yo pale sou gran mèvèy ou, O gran vil Bondye. Tan

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.

Mwen va mete Rahab avèk Babylone pami (sila) ki rekonèt Mwen yo. Men vwala, Philistie, Tyr, avèk Éthiopie: “Tèl moun te fèt la”.

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

Men selon Sion, li va pale, “Sa a ak (sila) a fèt ladann.” Pi Wo a, Li menm, va etabli Sion.

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

SENYÈ a va konte lè Li anrejistre tout pèp yo: “Sa a te fèt la”. Tan

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

Epi (sila) ki chante ansanm avèk (sila) ki jwe flit yo va di: “Tout sous bwote yo, se nan ou”.