Psalms 87

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

Amo vohitse miavakeo o faha’eo;

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

Kokoa’ Iehovà mandikoatse ze hene kiboho’ Iakobe o lalam-bein-Tsiôneo.

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

Raha fanjaka ty saontsieñe ty ama’o, ry rovan’Añahareo: Selà

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.

Ho talilieko i Rahabe naho i Bavele o mahafohiñe Ahikoo; heheke ty Pilistý, naho i Tsore, miharo amy Kose; Nisamak’ añe ty raike toy.

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

Fe ho volañeñe ty hoe e Tsiône ao: Intoy naho intia ro toly ama’e ao, i Andindimoneñey ty mañoreñ’ aze.

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

Hañiake t’Iehovà, ho volilie’e ondatio: Nisamak’ ao toy. Selà

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

Aa le hanao ty hoe o misaboo naho o mitsolio, hene ama’o o fandoparakoo.