Psalms 87

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

Se yon sòm pitit Kore yo. Se yon chante li ye. Bondye bati lavil li a sou mòn ki apa pou li a!

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

Li renmen lavil Jerizalèm pi plis pase tout lòt kote nan peyi Jakòb la.

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

Ou menm, lavil Bondye a, tande bèl bagay y'ap di sou ou:

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.

Lè m'ap nonmen non moun k'ap sèvi m' yo, m'ap mete moun peyi Lejip, moun peyi Babilòn sou lis la. Moun peyi Filisti, moun peyi Tir ak moun peyi Etiopi, se Jerizalèm yo fèt.

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

Lè moun ap pale sou mòn Siyon an yo di: -Yo rele l' manman, paske se la yo tout fèt. Se Bondye anwo nan syèl la ki mete l' kanpe.

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

Seyè a fè lis tout pèp yo, li fè yo tout pase pou moun lavil Jerizalèm.

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

Moun k'ap chante yo ansanm ak moun k'ap danse yo ap repete byen fò: -Se ou menm ki manman nou tout.