Psalms 87

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

Moltheng chunga chun Yahweh Pakai tundohsa khopi chu aum e.

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

Aman Jerusalem khopi hi Israel khopi dangho sangin angailu joi.

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

O Elohim Pathen khopi, nangma chungchang ahi itibang thuloupi tahtah kisei a hitam!

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.

Keima eiheho lah'a hin, Egypt le Babylon chule Philistine leh Tyre chuleh gamlha tah Ethiopia jong kasimtha e. Amaho hi Jerusalem khomite ahitaove.

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

Jerusalem chungchang a hitiahi kisei ding ahi, “amijousen nammi hina a thaneina chu akipapi cheh uve”, chule hatchungnung ama tah in khopi chu phatthei aboh ding ahi.

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

Yahweh Pakai in chitin namtin hi ajihlut teng, aseiding, “amaho jouse hi Jerusalem khomite ahitaove” atiding ahi.

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

Mipi hochun theile amut'uva la asahdiu, “Kahinkho hung kipat nahi Jerusalem ahi” atidiu ahi.