Psalms 87

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

Nkunga bana ba Kole. Wutula fondasio andi ku mongo wunlongo.

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

Yave weti zola mielo mi Sioni viokila bibuangu bioso bimvuandanga Yakobi.

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

Mambu ma nkembo matubu mu diambu diaku; a divula di Nzambi.

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.

“Ndiela yolukila Lahabi ayi Babiloni muidi bobo banzebi; tsi yi Filisiti ayi Tila va kimosi ayi Kutsi: ayi tuba: mutu wawu ku Sioni kabutukila”.

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

Buna mu diambu di Sioni; bela tuba: “Mutu wawu ayi mutu wuna, mu niandi babutukila” ayi Nzambi yizangama, niandi wela kumbieka.

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

Yave wela sonika batu mu buku: “mutu wawu ku Sioni kabutukila.”

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

Bu balembo budi miziki, bela yimbila: “zitho ziama zioso zidi mu ngeyo.”