Psalms 87

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

Anih ing a tlang ciim awh dyih hun sai hy;

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

Jacob a awmnaak hunkhqi boeih anglakawh Zion chawmkeng ce BAWPA ing lungnak khqoet hy.

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

Nang a boeimangnaak ce kqawn uhy, Aw Khawsa a Khawk bau;

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.

Kai anik simkhqi anglakawh Rahab ingkaw Babylon ce khoem kawng nyng – Philistia awm, Tura ingkaw Kush ing haih awh - Ve ak thalng taw Zion awh thang hy,” ti kawng nyng.

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

Zion awh vemyihna a nak kqawn kawm uh, “Vawhkaw ingkaw cawhkaw ce anih ing cuun nawh, Sawsang Soeih ing anih ce caksak kaw,” tinawh.

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

Thlang boeih ang ming khoemnaak cauk awh Bawipa ing “Ve ak thlang taw Zion awh thang hy,” tinawh qee kaw.

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

Tumding tum kawm usaw, “Ka zeelnaak tui bym boeih taw nang awh ni a awm,” tinawh laa sa kawm uh.