Psalms 87

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

Koramma dwom. Wato ne fapem wɔ bepɔw kronkron no so;

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

Awurade dɔ Sion apon no sen Yakob atenae nyinaa.

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

Wɔka wo ho anuonyamsɛm Onyankopɔn kuropɔn:

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.

“Mede Rahab ne Babilonia bɛka wɔn a wɔyɛ osetie ma me no ho, Filistia, Tiro ne Kus nso na maka se, ‘Wɔwoo eyinom wɔ Sion.’”

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

Ampa ara wɔbɛka afa Sion ho se, “Wɔwoo oyi ne ɔno wɔ no mu, na Ɔsorosoroni no ankasa de no betim hɔ.”

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

Awurade bɛkyerɛw wɔ nnipa dinkyerɛw nhoma no mu se, “Wɔwoo oyi wɔ Sion.”

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

Na wɔbɛto dwom se, “Me ntin nyinaa wɔ wo mu.”