Psalms 87

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

Koramma dwom. Wato ne fapem wɔ bepɔw kronkron no so;

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

Awurade dɔ Sion apon no sen Yakob atenae nyinaa.

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

Wɔka wo ho anuonyamsɛm Onyankopɔn kuropɔn:

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.

“Mede Rahab ne Babilonia bɛka wɔn a wɔyɛ osetie ma me no ho, Filistia, Tiro ne Kus nso na maka se, ‘Wɔwoo eyinom wɔ Sion.’”

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

Ampa ara wɔbɛka afa Sion ho se, “Wɔwoo oyi ne ɔno wɔ no mu, na Ɔsorosoroni no ankasa de no betim hɔ.”

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

Awurade bɛkyerɛw wɔ nnipa dinkyerɛw nhoma no mu se, “Wɔwoo oyi wɔ Sion.”

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

Na wɔbɛto dwom se, “Me ntin nyinaa wɔ wo mu.” Kora mma dwom a wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ wɔnto no “Mahalat Leannot” sanku so.