Psalms 87

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

A kakaudar mau pon dol jaraui kan.

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

Ieowa kotin kupura wanim en Jion jan wajan kaujon en Iakop karoj.

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

Kajoi kajelel mia duen koe kanim en Kot.

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.

I pan kajokajoi duen Raap o Papel, me aja ia. Kilan, Pilijta o Tiruj, o pil men Atiopia: Mepukat ipwidier waja o.

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

A kajokajoi duen Jion indinda, me jon en aramaj karoj ipwidi waja o, o me Lapalap o pan kotin kamanada i.

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

Ieowa pan kotin wadok, ni a pan kotin kileledi aramaj akan: Mepukat ipwidier waja o.

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

O ni ar madomadon re pan kauleki: Ai parer karoj mi re om!