Psalms 87

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

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

Kokoa’ Iehovà mandikoatse ze hene kiboho’ Iakobe o lalam-bein-Tsiôneo.

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

Raha fanjaka ty saontsieñe ty ama’o, ry rovan’Añahareo: Selà

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.

Ho talilieko i Rahabe naho i Bavele o mahafohiñe Ahikoo; heheke ty Pilistý, naho i Tsore, miharo amy Kose; Nisamak’ añe ty raike toy.

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

Fe ho volañeñe ty hoe e Tsiône ao: Intoy naho intia ro toly ama’e ao, i Andindimoneñey ty mañoreñ’ aze.

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

Hañiake t’Iehovà, ho volilie’e ondatio: Nisamak’ ao toy. Selà

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

Aa le hanao ty hoe o misaboo naho o mitsolio, hene ama’o o fandoparakoo.