Psalmi 147
1 Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
2 Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
8 Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
11 Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
18 Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
19 Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
20 Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
