Psalms 87

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

Thaburi ya Ariũ a Kora Nĩahaandĩte mũthingi wa itũũra rĩake igũrũ rĩa kĩrĩma kĩrĩa kĩamũre;

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

Jehova nĩendete ihingo cia Zayuni gũkĩra ciikaro iria ingĩ ciothe cia Jakubu.

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

Maũndũ mega nĩmaragio igũrũ rĩaku, wee itũũra inene rĩa Ngai:

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

“Nĩngwandĩka ũhoro wa Rahabu na wa Babuloni thĩinĩ wa arĩa manjũũĩ, Filistia o nakuo, na Turo, hamwe na Kushi, njuge atĩrĩ, ‘Ũyũ aaciarĩirwo Zayuni.’”

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

Ti-itherũ, ũhoro wa Zayuni ũkĩario nĩgũkagwetagwo atĩrĩ, “Ũyũ o na ũũrĩa maaciarĩirwo kuo, na Ũrĩa-ũrĩ-Igũrũ-Mũno we mwene nĩagatũma gũtũũre kũrĩ kũrũmu.”

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

Jehova nĩakandĩka ibuku-inĩ rĩa kĩrĩndĩ ũũ: “Ũyũ aaciarĩirwo Zayuni.”

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

Nao magĩtunga nyĩmbo makaina atĩrĩ, “Ithima ciakwa ciothe irĩ thĩinĩ waku.”