Psalms 87

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

Nkunga bana ba Kole. Wutula fondasio andi ku mongo wunlongo.

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

Yave weti zola mielo mi Sioni viokila bibuangu bioso bimvuandanga Yakobi.

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

Mambu ma nkembo matubu mu diambu diaku; a divula di Nzambi.

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.

“Ndiela yolukila Lahabi ayi Babiloni muidi bobo banzebi; tsi yi Filisiti ayi Tila va kimosi ayi Kutsi: ayi tuba: mutu wawu ku Sioni kabutukila”.

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

Buna mu diambu di Sioni; bela tuba: “Mutu wawu ayi mutu wuna, mu niandi babutukila” ayi Nzambi yizangama, niandi wela kumbieka.

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

Yave wela sonika batu mu buku: “mutu wawu ku Sioni kabutukila.”

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

Bu balembo budi miziki, bela yimbila: “zitho ziama zioso zidi mu ngeyo.”