Psalms 87

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

He himene, he waiata ma nga tama a Koraha. Kei nga maunga tapu tona turanga:

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

E arohaina rawatia ana e Ihowa nga kuwaha o Hiona i nga nohoanga katoa o Hakopa.

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

He mea kororia nga mea e korerotia ana mou, e te pa o te Atua. (Hera)

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.

Ka korerotia e ahau a Rahapa raua ko Papurona ki roto i te hunga e matau ana ki ahau: tirohia atu a Pirihitia, a Taira, a Etiopia; i whanau tenei ki reira.

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

Ae ra ko te kupu tenei mo Hiona, I whanau tenei me tera ki reira: ma te Runga Rawa pu ano ia e whakapumau.

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

Ka korerotia e Ihowa, ina tuhituhia nga iwi, I whanau tenei ki reira. (Hera)

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

Na ka mea te hunga waiata, me te hunga kanikani, Kei a koe oku puna katoa.