Psalms 87

1 Ti àwọn ọmọ Kora. Saamu. Orin. Ó ti fi ìpìlẹ̀ rẹ̀ sọlẹ̀ sórí òkè mímọ́;

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

2 Olúwa fẹ́ràn ẹnu-ọ̀nà Sioni ju gbogbo ibùgbé Jakọbu lọ.

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

3 Ohun ológo ni a sọ nípa rẹ̀, ìlú Ọlọ́run,

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

4 “Èmi ó dárúkọ Rahabu àti Babeli láàrín àwọn tí ó jẹ́wọ́ mi: Filistia pẹ̀lú, àti Tire, pẹ̀lú Kuṣi, yóò sọ pé, ‘Èyí ni a bí ní Sioni.’”

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 Nítòótọ́, ti Sioni ni a ó sọ, “Eléyìí àti eléyìí ni a bí nínú rẹ̀, àti Ọlọ́run Ọ̀gá-ògo ni yóò fìdí rẹ̀ múlẹ̀.”

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

6 Olúwa yóò kọ nínú àkọsílẹ̀ àwọn ènìyàn rẹ̀: “Eléyìí ni a bí ní Sioni.”

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

7 Àti àwọn olórin àti àwọn tí ń lu ohun èlò orin yóò wí pé, “Gbogbo orísun mi ń bẹ nínú rẹ.”

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