Psalms 87

1 For the Sons of Korah. A Melody, a Song. His foundation, is in the holy mountains:

Zaburi mar yawuot Kora. Wer. Oseguro mise mare ewi got maler;

2 Yahweh loveth the gates of Zion, More than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Jehova Nyasaye ohero rangeye mag Sayun, moloyo kuonde dak duto mag Jakobo.

3 Glorious things, are to be spoken of thee, O city of God. (Selah)

Ji wacho gik madongo kuomi, yaye dala maduongʼ mar Nyasaye: (Sela)

4 I will mention Rahab and Babylon, to them who know me—Lo! Philistia and Tyre with Ethiopia, This one was born there.

“Abiro kwano Rahab gi Babulon e kanyakla mar joma ongʼeya, nyaka Filistia bende, kod Turo, kaachiel gi Kush kendo abiro wacho ni, ‘Ngʼatni nonywol ei Sayun.’”

5 But, of Zion, it shall be said—This man and that were born in her, And the Highest himself shall establish her.

Adier, nowachi kuom Sayun niya, “En min ogendini mathoth, kendo Nyasaye Man Malo Moloyo owuon biro chunge.”

6 Yahweh, will record, when he enrolleth the peoples, This one was born there. (Selah)

Jehova Nyasaye biro ndiko e kitabu mindikoe nying ogendini kama: “Jali nonywol ei Sayun.” (Sela)

7 As well the singers as the flute-players [are saying], —All my springs, are in thee!

Sa ma giloso wer to giniwer niya, “Soknina duto ni e iyi.”