Psalms 87

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

Salamo nataon’ ny Koraïta. Tonon-kira.

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

Ny vavahadin’ i Ziona dia tian’ i Jehovah mihoatra noho ny fonenana rehetra izay an’ i Jakoba.

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

Zava-malaza no anambarana anao Ry tanànan’ Andriamanitra. (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.

Hanonona an-dRahaba sy Babylona Aho ho isan’ izay mahalala ahy; Indro Filistia sy Tyro mbamin’ i Etiopia, Ity no efa teraka teo.

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

Ary Ziona hilazana hoe: Ireto sy ireroa samy efa teraka teo; Ary ny Avo Indrindra no mampitoetra azy.

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

Jehovah hanisa, raha manoratra ny firenena Izy: Ity no efa teraka teo. (Sela)

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

Hoy izay mihira sy mandihy: Ny loharanoko rehetra dia ao aminao.