Psalms 87

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

Salamo nataon’ ny Koraïta. Tonon-kira.

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

Ny vavahadin’ i Ziona dia tian’ i Jehovah mihoatra noho ny fonenana rehetra izay an’ i Jakoba.

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

Zava-malaza no anambarana anao Ry tanànan’ Andriamanitra. (Sela)

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.

Hanonona an-dRahaba sy Babylona Aho ho isan’ izay mahalala ahy; Indro Filistia sy Tyro mbamin’ i Etiopia, Ity no efa teraka teo.

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

Ary Ziona hilazana hoe: Ireto sy ireroa samy efa teraka teo; Ary ny Avo Indrindra no mampitoetra azy.

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

Jehovah hanisa, raha manoratra ny firenena Izy: Ity no efa teraka teo. (Sela)

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

Hoy izay mihira sy mandihy: Ny loharanoko rehetra dia ao aminao.