Psalms 87

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

Kora mma dwom. Awurade ato ne fapem wɔ bepɔ kronkron no so;

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

Awurade dɔ Sion apono no sene Yakob atenaeɛ nyinaa.

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

Wɔka wo ho animuonyamsɛm Ao 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 ɔsetie ma me no ho, Filistia, Tiro ne Kus nso mɛka sɛ, ‘Wɔwoo yeinom 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 wɔ Sion ho sɛ, “Wɔwoo yei ne ɔno wɔ ne mu, na Ɔsorosoroni no ankasa de no bɛtim hɔ.”

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

Awurade bɛtwerɛ wɔ nnipa dintwerɛ nwoma no mu sɛ, “Wɔwoo yei wɔ Sion.”

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

Na wɔbɛto dwom sɛ, “Me nhini nyinaa wɔ wo mu.” Kora mma dwom a wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no “Mahalat Leannot” sankuo so.