Salme 147
1 Lover Herren! thi det er godt at synge vor Gud Psalmer; thi det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant, and praise is comely.
2 Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de fordrevne af Israel.
The LORD doth build up Jerusalem, He gathereth together the dispersed of Israel;
3 Han helbreder dem, som have et sønderbrudt Hjerte, og forbinder deres Saar.
Who healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4 Han sætter Tal paa Stjernerne, han nævner dem alle sammen ved Navn.
He counteth the number of the stars; He giveth them all their names.
5 Stor er vor Herre og vældig i Kraft, der er intet Maal paa hans Forstand.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
6 Herren oprejser de sagtmodige; de ugudelige fornedrer han til Jorden.
The LORD upholdeth the humble; He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
7 Svarer Herren med Taksigelse, synger vor Gud Psalmer til Harpe;
Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving, sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
8 ham, som bedækker Himmelen med Skyer, ham, som beskikker Regn paa Jorden, ham, som lader Græs gro paa Bjergene;
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh the mountains to spring with grass.
9 ham, som giver Føde til Kvæget, til Ravnens Unger, som skrige.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
10 Hans Lyst er ikke Hestens Styrke; han har ikke Behag i Mandens raske Ben.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse; He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 Behag har Herren til dem, som ham frygte, som haabe paa hans Miskundhed.
The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear Him, in those that wait for His mercy.
12 O, Jerusalem! pris Herren; o, Zion! lov din Gud.
Glorify the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13 Thi han har gjort dine Portes Stænger stærke, han har velsignet dine Børn i din Midte.
For He hath made strong the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Han beskikker Fred i dine Landemærker, han mætter dig med den bedste Hvede.
He maketh thy borders peace; He giveth thee in plenty the fat of wheat.
15 Han sender sit Ord til Jorden, hans Beføling løber saare hastelig.
He sendeth out His commandment upon earth; His word runneth very swiftly.
16 Han lader Sne lægge sig som Uld, han udstrør Rimfrost som Aske.
He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17 Han udkaster sin Is som Billinger; hvo kan staa for hans Kulde?
He casteth forth His ice like crumbs; who can stand before His cold?
18 Han sender sit Ord og smelter den; han lader sit Vejr blæse, saa flyde Vandene hen.
He sendeth forth His word, and melteth them; He causeth His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 Han kundgør Jakob sine Ord, Israel sine Skikke og sine Love.
He declareth His word unto Jacob, His statutes and His ordinances unto Israel.
20 Saaledes har han ikke gjort ved noget andet Folk, og Lovene dem kende de ikke. Halleluja!
He hath not dealt so with any nation; and as for His ordinances, they have not known them. Hallelujah.
