Psalms 87

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

A IA no kona mau kumu ma na mauna hoano.

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

Ua oi aku ka makemake o Iehova i na pukapa o Ziona, Mamua o na wahi noho ai a pau o ka Iakoba.

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

Ua oleloia mai na mea nani nou, E ke kulanakauhale o ke Akua (Sila)

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.

I ka poe ike mai ia'u, e kamailio aku au no Rahaba, a me Babulona: Aia o Pilisetia, a me Turo, a me Aitiopa, Oia ka i hanauia malaila.

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

E oleloia mai no hoi no Ziona, Ua hanauia kela kanaka keia kanaka maloko ona; A na ka Mea kiekie e hookumu paa ia wahi.

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

Ia Iehova e kakau ai i na kanaka, E hoike mai no oia, Ua hanauia oia nei malaila. (Sila)

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

O ka poe mele, a me ka poe hookiokio, Aia la iloko ou, kou mau punawai a pau.