Psalms 87

1 A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Its foundations are in the holy mountains:

Zaburi mar yawuot Kora. Wer. Oseguro mise mare ewi got maler;

2 the Lord loves the gates of Zion above all the tabernacles of Jacob.

Jehova Nyasaye ohero rangeye mag Sayun, moloyo kuonde dak duto mag Jakobo.

3 Glorious things are being said of you, O City of God.

Ji wacho gik madongo kuomi, yaye dala maduongʼ mar Nyasaye: (Sela)

4 I will be mindful of Rahab and of Babylon knowing me. Behold, the foreigners, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians: these have been there.

“Abiro kwano Rahab gi Babulon e kanyakla mar joma ongʼeya, nyaka Filistia bende, kod Turo, kaachiel gi Kush kendo abiro wacho ni, ‘Ngʼatni nonywol ei Sayun.’”

5 Will not Zion say that this man and that man were born in her? And the Most High himself has founded her.

Adier, nowachi kuom Sayun niya, “En min ogendini mathoth, kendo Nyasaye Man Malo Moloyo owuon biro chunge.”

6 The Lord will explain, in the writings of peoples and of leaders, about those who have been in her.

Jehova Nyasaye biro ndiko e kitabu mindikoe nying ogendini kama: “Jali nonywol ei Sayun.” (Sela)

7 For so the dwelling place within you is with all rejoicing.

Sa ma giloso wer to giniwer niya, “Soknina duto ni e iyi.”