Psalms 87

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

Faarfannaa Ilmaan Qooraahi. Hundeen magaalaa isaa tulluu qulqulluu irra jira.

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

Waaqayyo iddoo jireenya Yaaqoob hunda caalaa, karrawwan Xiyoon jaallata.

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

Yaa magaalaa Waaqaa, waaʼee keetiif wanni kabajamaan akkana jedhamee ni dubbatama:

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.

“Ani Raʼaabii fi Baabilonin warra na beekan gidduutti maqaa nan dhaʼa; kunoo, Filisxeemii fi Xiiroos Itoophiyaa wajjin, ‘Namichi kun achitti dhalate’ jedhu.”

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

Dhugumaan waaʼee Xiyoon, “Inni kunii fi inni sun ishee keessatti dhalatan; Waaqni Waan Hunda Olii mataan isaa iyyuu ishee dhaaba” jedhama.

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

Waaqayyo yeroo saboota galmeessutti, “Namichi kun achitti dhalate” jedhee barreessa.

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

Warri faarfatanii fi warri meeshaa muuziiqaa taphatan, “Burqaan koo hundi si keessatti argama” jedhu.