Psalmi 147
1 Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
2 Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
4 On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
5 Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
6 Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
7 Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
8 Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
9 On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
10 Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
11 Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
12 Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
13 On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
15 Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
16 Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
17 On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
18 Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
19 Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
20 Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
