Psalms 87

1 A song. A psalm of the descendants of Korah. The Lord founded the city on his holy mountain.

Amo vohitse miavakeo o faha’eo;

2 Jerusalem is the city that the Lord loves more than any other city in Israel.

Kokoa’ Iehovà mandikoatse ze hene kiboho’ Iakobe o lalam-bein-Tsiôneo.

3 Many wonderful things are said of you, city of God! (Selah)

Raha fanjaka ty saontsieñe ty ama’o, ry rovan’Añahareo: Selà

4 I mention Egypt and Babylon as those who know me, and in addition Philistia, Tyre, and Ethiopia—“this man was born there.”

Ho talilieko i Rahabe naho i Bavele o mahafohiñe Ahikoo; heheke ty Pilistý, naho i Tsore, miharo amy Kose; Nisamak’ añe ty raike toy.

5 It will be said concerning Jerusalem, “Everyone was born there,” and the Most High will make it secure.

Fe ho volañeñe ty hoe e Tsiône ao: Intoy naho intia ro toly ama’e ao, i Andindimoneñey ty mañoreñ’ aze.

6 When the Lord registers the nations, he will write, “They were born there.” (Selah)

Hañiake t’Iehovà, ho volilie’e ondatio: Nisamak’ ao toy. Selà

7 Singers and dancers alike say, “Living here I am at home.”

Aa le hanao ty hoe o misaboo naho o mitsolio, hene ama’o o fandoparakoo.