Dem Build Am for Holy Ground
A psalm wey di sons of Korah write. Na song.
Na registry psalm. Egypt, Babylon, Philistia, Tyre and Cush enter our Papa record as people wey born for Zion — old enemies dem list as native citizens. The singers and dancers answer with one line: all my springs dey inside you.
87 1Im don build im city for on top di holy mountains; 2our Papa love di gates of Zion pass all di places wey Jacob dey stay. 3Dem dey talk fine-fine tins about you, city of our Papa. Selah
4“I go write Egypt and Babylon join dem wey sabi me; look, Philistia and Tyre, plus Cush — dis one, na dia dem born am.” a a v4 For here “Rahab” na poetic name for Egypt, no be di woman of Jericho — e dey call Israel im old oppressor among di nations wey our Papa dey count as dem born am for im city. 5And about Zion dem go talk say, “Dis one and dat one, na dem born dem inside am,” and di Most High imsef go make am stand strong. 6our Papa go count, as im dey register di people, “Dis one, na dia dem born am.” Selah
7Dem wey dey sing and dem wey dey dance, all of dem dey talk say, “All my springs dey inside you.”
