Psalms 87

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

Zvavanakomana vaKora. Pisarema. Rwiyo. Akateya nheyo dzake pagomo dzvene;

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

Jehovha anoda masuo eZioni kupfuura pose panogara Jakobho.

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

Zvinhu zvakaisvonaka zvinotaurwa pamusoro pako, iwe guta raMwari: Sera

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

“Ndichanyora nezvaRahabhi neBhabhironi pakati pavanondiziva, neFiristiawo neTire, pamwe chete neEtiopia, uye vachati, ‘Uyu akaberekerwa muZioni.’”

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

Zvirokwazvo, pamusoro peZioni vachati, “Uyu nowoyo vakaberekerwamo, uye Wokumusoro-soro pachake acharisimbisa.”

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

Jehovha achanyora panonyorwa mazita amarudzi, kuti, “Uyu akaberekerwa muZioni.” Sera

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

Pavanoimba, vachaimba vachiti, “Matsime angu ose ari mamuri.”