Psalms 87

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

Nzembo ya bana ya Kore. Yawe atia moboko ya Siona na likolo ya bangomba ya bule.

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

Yawe alingaka bikuke ya Siona koleka bandako nyonso ya Jakobi.

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

Oh engumba ya Nzambe, maloba ya nkembo ezali kolobama na tina na yo!

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.

Kati na bato oyo bayebi ngai, natangi Rahavi mpe Babiloni. Ezali kuna na Siona nde Filisitia, Tiri mpe Kushi ebimela.

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

Na tina na Siona, maloba oyo ekolobama: « Bato nyonso babimela awa, mpe ezali Ye-Oyo-Aleki-Likolo nde alendisaka yango. »

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

Tango Yawe akomaki kati na buku ya bikolo, akomaki boye mpo na moko na moko kati na bango: « Moto songolo abotama kati na Siona! »

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

Mpe tango bayembaka mpe babinaka, balobaka: « Bitima na ngai nyonso ezali kati na yo! »