Psalms 87

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

Zvavanakomana vaKora. Pisarema. Rwiyo. Akateya nheyo dzake pagomo dzvene;

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

Jehovha anoda masuo eZioni kupfuura pose panogara Jakobho.

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

Zvinhu zvakaisvonaka zvinotaurwa pamusoro pako, iwe guta raMwari: Sera

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.

“Ndichanyora nezvaRahabhi neBhabhironi pakati pavanondiziva, neFiristiawo neTire, pamwe chete neEtiopia, uye vachati, ‘Uyu akaberekerwa muZioni.’”

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

Zvirokwazvo, pamusoro peZioni vachati, “Uyu nowoyo vakaberekerwamo, uye Wokumusoro-soro pachake acharisimbisa.”

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

Jehovha achanyora panonyorwa mazita amarudzi, kuti, “Uyu akaberekerwa muZioni.” Sera

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

Pavanoimba, vachaimba vachiti, “Matsime angu ose ari mamuri.”