Psalms 87

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

Zabbuli ya Batabani ba Koola. Oluyimba. Atadde emisingi gye ku lusozi olutukuvu.

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

Mukama ayagala emiryango gya Sayuuni okusinga ennyumba zonna eza Yakobo.

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

Ebintu eby’ekitiibwa bikwogerwako, ggwe ekibuga kya Katonda.

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.

“Mu mawanga ge mmanyi mwe muli Lakabu, ne Babulooni; era ndyogera ku Bufirisuuti, ne ku Ttuulo ne ku Esiyopya nti, ‘Ono yazaalirwa mu Sayuuni.’”

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

Bwe baliba boogera ku Sayuuni baligamba nti, “Ono n’oli baazaalirwa omwo,” n’oyo Ali Waggulu Ennyo alikinyweza.

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

Mukama aliwandiika mu kitabo bw’ati, omuli amannya g’abantu nti, “Ono yazaalibwa omwo.”

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

Banaakubanga ebivuga nga bwe bayimba nti, “Ensulo zange zonna ziri mu ggwe.”