Psalms 87

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

Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Uning uli bolsa muqeddes taghlardidur.

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

Perwerdigar Zionning derwazilirini söyidu, Yaqupning barliq makan-jayliridinmu ewzel köridu;

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

Séning sheripingge ulugh ishlar éytilmaqta, i Xudaning shehiri! (Sélah)

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.

«Méni tonup bilgenler arisida Rahab bilen Babilni tilgha alimen; Mana Filistiye, Tur bilen Éfiopiye; Mana bu adem shu yerde tughulghan» — deymen.

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

Berheq, Zion toghruluq shundaq éytilidu: — «Bu adem, palanchi-pokunchi uningda tughulghan, Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchining Özi uni mustehkemleydu».

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

Xelq-qowmlarni xatiriliginide Perwerdigar: — «Bu kishi bu yerde tughulghan» — dep alahide xatirige yézip qoyidu. (Sélah)

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

Naxshichilar, ussulchilar shuni teng éytidu: — «Méning barliq bulaq-menbelirim séningdidur!»