Psalms 87

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

Koraha bērnu dziesma. Viņas pamati ir likti uz svētiem kalniem.

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

Tas Kungs mīļo Ciānas vārtus pār visiem Jēkaba dzīvokļiem.

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

Teicamas lietas par tevi top sludinātas, tu Dieva pilsēta. (Sela)

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.

Es pieskaitīšu Rahabu un Bābeli pie tiem, kas mani pazīst; redzi, Fīlisti un Tirus ar Moru ļaudīm: šis tur ir dzimis.

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

Un par Ciānu sacīs: šis un tas tur ir dzimis, un tas Visuaugstais pats to stiprina.

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

Tas Kungs skaitīs un rakstīs tās tautas: šis tur ir dzimis. (Sela)

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

Un dziedot un dejot sauks: visi mani avoti, (ak Ciāna), ir iekš Tevis.