Psalms 87

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

Yon Sòm a fis a Koré yo; Yon Chan Fondasyon Li nan mòn sen yo.

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

SENYÈ a renmen pòtay Sion yo plis pase tout lòt abitasyon a Jacob yo.

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

Yo pale sou gran mèvèy ou, O gran vil Bondye. Tan

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.

Mwen va mete Rahab avèk Babylone pami (sila) ki rekonèt Mwen yo. Men vwala, Philistie, Tyr, avèk Éthiopie: “Tèl moun te fèt la”.

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

Men selon Sion, li va pale, “Sa a ak (sila) a fèt ladann.” Pi Wo a, Li menm, va etabli Sion.

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

SENYÈ a va konte lè Li anrejistre tout pèp yo: “Sa a te fèt la”. Tan

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

Epi (sila) ki chante ansanm avèk (sila) ki jwe flit yo va di: “Tout sous bwote yo, se nan ou”.