Psalms 87

1 A psalm of the sons of Korah; a song. On the holy mount stands the city he founded;

He himene, he waiata ma nga tama a Koraha. Kei nga maunga tapu tona turanga:

2 Yahweh loves the gates of Zion more than all the tents of Jacob.

E arohaina rawatia ana e Ihowa nga kuwaha o Hiona i nga nohoanga katoa o Hakopa.

3 Glorious things are said of you, city of God. (Selah)

He mea kororia nga mea e korerotia ana mou, e te pa o te Atua. (Hera)

4 “I mention Rahab and Babylon to my followers. See, there are Philistia, and Tyre, along with Cush— and will say, 'This one was born there.'”

Ka korerotia e ahau a Rahapa raua ko Papurona ki roto i te hunga e matau ana ki ahau: tirohia atu a Pirihitia, a Taira, a Etiopia; i whanau tenei ki reira.

5 Of Zion it will be said, “Each of these was born in her; and the Most High himself will establish her.”

Ae ra ko te kupu tenei mo Hiona, I whanau tenei me tera ki reira: ma te Runga Rawa pu ano ia e whakapumau.

6 Yahweh writes in the census book of the nations, “This one was born there.” (Selah)

Ka korerotia e Ihowa, ina tuhituhia nga iwi, I whanau tenei ki reira. (Hera)

7 So also the singers and the dancers say together, “All my fountains are in you.”

Na ka mea te hunga waiata, me te hunga kanikani, Kei a koe oku puna katoa.