Psalms 87

1 `The salm of the song of the sones of Chore. The foundementis therof ben in hooli hillis;

For the sons of Core, a psalm of a canticle. The foundations thereof are in the holy mountains:

2 the Lord loueth the yatis of Sion, more than alle the tabernaclis of Jacob.

The Lord loveth the gates of Sion above all the tabernacles of Jacob.

3 Thou citee of God, with outen ende; gloriouse thingis ben seide of thee.

Glorious things are said of thee, O city of God.

4 I schal be myndeful of Raab, and Babiloyne; knowynge me. Lo! aliens, and Tyre, and the puple of Ethiopiens; thei weren there.

I will be mindful of Rahab and of Babylon knowing me. Behold the foreigners, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians, these were there.

5 Whether a man schal seie to Sion, And a man is born ther ynne; and that man altherhiyeste foundide it?

Shall not Sion say: This man and that man is born in her? and the Highest himself hath founded her.

6 The Lord schal telle in the scripturis of puplis; and of these princis, that weren ther ynne.

The Lord shall tell in his writings of peoples and of princes, of them that have been in her.

7 As the dwellyng `of alle that ben glad; is in thee.

The dwelling in thee is as it were of all rejoicing.