Psalms 87

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

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

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

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

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

Glorious things are said of you, 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 mention Rahab and Babylon to my followers. See, there are Philistia, and Tyre, along with Cush— and will say, '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?

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

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

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

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

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