Psalms 87

1 A Psalm of a Song for the sons of Core. His foundations are in the holy mountains.

Nzembo ya bana ya Kore. Yawe atia moboko ya Siona na likolo ya bangomba ya bule.

2 The Lord loves the gates of Sion, more than all the tabernacles of Jacob.

Yawe alingaka bikuke ya Siona koleka bandako nyonso ya Jakobi.

3 Glorious things have been spoken of you, O city of God. (Pause)

Oh engumba ya Nzambe, maloba ya nkembo ezali kolobama na tina na yo!

4 I will make mention of Raab and Babylon to them that know me: behold also the Philistines, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians: these were born there.

Kati na bato oyo bayebi ngai, natangi Rahavi mpe Babiloni. Ezali kuna na Siona nde Filisitia, Tiri mpe Kushi ebimela.

5 A man shall say, Sion [is my] mother; and [such] a man was born in her; and the Highest himself has founded her.

Na tina na Siona, maloba oyo ekolobama: « Bato nyonso babimela awa, mpe ezali Ye-Oyo-Aleki-Likolo nde alendisaka yango. »

6 The Lord shall recount [it] in the writing of the people, and of these princes that were born in her.

Tango Yawe akomaki kati na buku ya bikolo, akomaki boye mpo na moko na moko kati na bango: « Moto songolo abotama kati na Siona! »

7 The dwelling of all within you is [as the dwelling] of those that rejoice.

Mpe tango bayembaka mpe babinaka, balobaka: « Bitima na ngai nyonso ezali kati na yo! »