Psalms 87

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

Kora mma dwom. Awurade ato ne fapem wɔ bepɔ kronkron no so;

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

Awurade dɔ Sion apono no sene Yakob atenaeɛ nyinaa.

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

Wɔka wo ho animuonyamsɛm Ao 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 ɔsetie ma me no ho, Filistia, Tiro ne Kus nso mɛka sɛ, ‘Wɔwoo yeinom 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 wɔ Sion ho sɛ, “Wɔwoo yei ne ɔno wɔ ne mu, na Ɔsorosoroni no ankasa de no bɛtim hɔ.”

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

Awurade bɛtwerɛ wɔ nnipa dintwerɛ nwoma no mu sɛ, “Wɔwoo yei wɔ Sion.”

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

Na wɔbɛto dwom sɛ, “Me nhini nyinaa wɔ wo mu.”