Psalms 87

1 For the sons of Core, a psalm of a canticle. The foundations thereof are in the holy mountains:

Hina Gode malei agolo sogebi amogai Ea moilale fi. Amo moilale fibi da Isala: ili soge amo ganodini moilai dialebe amo baligimu amola E da Yeluselemema bagadewane asigisa.

2 The Lord loveth the gates of Sion above all the tabernacles of Jacob.

3 Glorious things are said of thee, O city of God.

Gode Ea Moilai Bai Bagade fi! Noga: idafa liligi E da dilima sia: be amo nabima.

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

“Na da fifi asi gala, amo da Na sia: nababe amo dedena dasea, Na da Idibidi amola Ba: bilone ela dedemu. Amola Na da Filisidia, Daia amola Idioubia amo Yelusaleme soge fifilai ilima gilisili idimu.”

5 Shall not Sion say: This man and that man is born in her? and the Highest himself hath founded her.

Saione Goumi ea hou olelema: ne, ilia da amane sia: mu, ‘Fifi asi gala da amogai dialumu da defea. Amola Hina Bagadedafa da Saione amoga gasa imunu.’

6 The Lord shall tell in his writings of peoples and of princes, of them that have been in her.

Hina Gode da fifi asi gala huluane dedesa sa: ili, ili huluane Yelusaleme fidafa hamoi dagoi dedene legemu.

7 The dwelling in thee is as it were of all rejoicing.

Ilia da gosa: le iaha amola amane gesami hea: sa, “Saione amo ganodini da hahawane dogolegesu hou huluane ea bai diala.”