Psalms 87

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

Thaburi ya Ariũ a Kora Nĩahaandĩte mũthingi wa itũũra rĩake igũrũ rĩa kĩrĩma kĩrĩa kĩamũre;

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

Jehova nĩendete ihingo cia Zayuni gũkĩra ciikaro iria ingĩ ciothe cia Jakubu.

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

Maũndũ mega nĩmaragio igũrũ rĩaku, wee itũũra inene rĩa Ngai:

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.

“Nĩngwandĩka ũhoro wa Rahabu na wa Babuloni thĩinĩ wa arĩa manjũũĩ, Filistia o nakuo, na Turo, hamwe na Kushi, njuge atĩrĩ, ‘Ũyũ aaciarĩirwo Zayuni.’”

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

Ti-itherũ, ũhoro wa Zayuni ũkĩario nĩgũkagwetagwo atĩrĩ, “Ũyũ o na ũũrĩa maaciarĩirwo kuo, na Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno we mwene nĩagatũma gũtũũre kũrĩ kũrũmu.”

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

Jehova nĩakandĩka ibuku-inĩ rĩa kĩrĩndĩ ũũ: “Ũyũ aaciarĩirwo Zayuni.”

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

Nao magĩtunga nyĩmbo makaina atĩrĩ, “Ithima ciakwa ciothe irĩ thĩinĩ waku.”