Psalms 87

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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