Psalms 87

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

Of the Korahites, a psalm. A song. On the holy mountain stands the city he founded.

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

The Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

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

Glorious things he is speaking of you, you city of God. (Selah)

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.

‘Among those who are mine I name Rahab and Babylon, Philistia, Tyre, Ethiopia, their people will say I was born in Zion.

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

As for Zion it will be said each and all were born in her.’ The Lord will preserve her.

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

The Lord will count, when enrolling the peoples, ‘This one was born there, and that one was born there.’ (Selah)

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

Singers and dancers alike will say ‘All my springs are in you.’