Psalms 87

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

A kakaudar mau pon dol jaraui kan.

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

Ieowa kotin kupura wanim en Jion jan wajan kaujon en Iakop karoj.

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

Kajoi kajelel mia duen koe kanim en Kot.

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.

I pan kajokajoi duen Raap o Papel, me aja ia. Kilan, Pilijta o Tiruj, o pil men Atiopia: Mepukat ipwidier waja o.

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

A kajokajoi duen Jion indinda, me jon en aramaj karoj ipwidi waja o, o me Lapalap o pan kotin kamanada i.

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

Ieowa pan kotin wadok, ni a pan kotin kileledi aramaj akan: Mepukat ipwidier waja o.

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

O ni ar madomadon re pan kauleki: Ai parer karoj mi re om!