Psalms 87

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

Korahning oghulliri üchün yézilghan küy-naxsha: — Uning uli bolsa muqeddes taghlardidur.

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

Perwerdigar Zionning derwazilirini söyidu, Yaqupning barliq makan-jayliridinmu ewzel köridu;

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

Séning sheripingge ulugh ishlar éytilmaqta, i Xudaning shehiri! (Sélah)

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.

«Méni tonup bilgenler arisida Rahab bilen Babilni tilgha alimen; Mana Filistiye, Tur bilen Éfiopiye; Mana bu adem shu yerde tughulghan» — deymen.

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

Berheq, Zion toghruluq shundaq éytilidu: — «Bu adem, palanchi-pokunchi uningda tughulghan, Hemmidin Aliy Bolghuchining Özi uni mustehkemleydu».

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

Xelq-qowmlarni xatiriliginide Perwerdigar: — «Bu kishi bu yerde tughulghan» — dep alahide xatirige yézip qoyidu. (Sélah)

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

Naxshichilar, ussulchilar shuni teng éytidu: — «Méning barliq bulaq-menbelirim séningdidur!»