Psalms 87

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

Zvavanakomana vaKora. Pisarema. Rwiyo. Akateya nheyo dzake pagomo dzvene;

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

Jehovha anoda masuo eZioni kupfuura pose panogara Jakobho.

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

Zvinhu zvakaisvonaka zvinotaurwa pamusoro pako, iwe guta raMwari: Sera

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.

“Ndichanyora nezvaRahabhi neBhabhironi pakati pavanondiziva, neFiristiawo neTire, pamwe chete neEtiopia, uye vachati, ‘Uyu akaberekerwa muZioni.’”

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

Zvirokwazvo, pamusoro peZioni vachati, “Uyu nowoyo vakaberekerwamo, uye Wokumusoro-soro pachake acharisimbisa.”

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

Jehovha achanyora panonyorwa mazita amarudzi, kuti, “Uyu akaberekerwa muZioni.” Sera

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

Pavanoimba, vachaimba vachiti, “Matsime angu ose ari mamuri.”