Dem Build Am for Holy Ground
Psalm wey di sons of Korah write. Na song.
Registry psalm. Our Papa write Egypt, Babylon, Philistia, Tyre and Cush for im record as people wey dem born for Zion — old enemies wey dem list as original citizens. The singers and dancers answer with one line: all my springs dey inside you.
87 1Im don build im city for 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.
4“I go write Egypt and Babylon put among dem wey know me; look, Philistia and Tyre, with Cush—dis one na for dia dem born am.” a a v4 For here “Rahab” na poetic name for Egypt, no be di woman of Jericho — dem dey call Israel im old oppressor among di nations wey our Papa dey count as person wey dem born for im city. 5And about Zion dem go talk say, “Dis one and dat one, na for inside am dem born dem,” and di Most High imself go make am stand firm. 6Our Papa go count, as im dey register di people, “Dis one na for dia dem born am.”
7Dem wey dey sing and dem wey dey dance, all of dem dey talk say, “All my springs dey inside you.”
