Salme 147
1 Lover Herren! thi det er godt at synge vor Gud Psalmer; thi det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
Hallelujah. It is good to sing praise to our God, for praise is sweet and seemly.
2 Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de fordrevne af Israel.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem, the outcasts of Israel he gathers.
3 Han helbreder dem, som have et sønderbrudt Hjerte, og forbinder deres Saar.
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 Han sætter Tal paa Stjernerne, han nævner dem alle sammen ved Navn.
He counts the numberless stars, he gives names to them all.
5 Stor er vor Herre og vældig i Kraft, der er intet Maal paa hans Forstand.
Great is our Lord, rich in power, and measureless is his wisdom.
6 Herren oprejser de sagtmodige; de ugudelige fornedrer han til Jorden.
The Lord lifts up the down-trodden, the wicked he brings to the ground.
7 Svarer Herren med Taksigelse, synger vor Gud Psalmer til Harpe;
Sing songs of thanks to the Lord, and play on the lyre to our God.
8 ham, som bedækker Himmelen med Skyer, ham, som beskikker Regn paa Jorden, ham, som lader Græs gro paa Bjergene;
For he covers the sky with clouds, he prepares rain for the earth, makes grass to grow on the mountains.
9 ham, som giver Føde til Kvæget, til Ravnens Unger, som skrige.
He gives the cattle their food the young ravens when they cry.
10 Hans Lyst er ikke Hestens Styrke; han har ikke Behag i Mandens raske Ben.
His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, his joy is not in the speed of a runner;
11 Behag har Herren til dem, som ham frygte, som haabe paa hans Miskundhed.
but the Lord has his pleasure in those who fear him, in those who wait for his kindness.
12 O, Jerusalem! pris Herren; o, Zion! lov din Gud.
Praise the Lord, then, O Jerusalem: sing praise to your God, O Zion.
13 Thi han har gjort dine Portes Stænger stærke, han har velsignet dine Børn i din Midte.
For he strengthens the bars of your gates, and blesses your children within you.
14 Han beskikker Fred i dine Landemærker, han mætter dig med den bedste Hvede.
He brings peace to your borders, and choicest of wheat in abundance.
15 Han sender sit Ord til Jorden, hans Beføling løber saare hastelig.
He sends his command to the earth: his word runs very swiftly.
16 Han lader Sne lægge sig som Uld, han udstrør Rimfrost som Aske.
Snow he gives like wool, frost he scatters like ashes.
17 Han udkaster sin Is som Billinger; hvo kan staa for hans Kulde?
He casts forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
18 Han sender sit Ord og smelter den; han lader sit Vejr blæse, saa flyde Vandene hen.
He sends forth his word, and melts them: his wind blows the waters flow.
19 Han kundgør Jakob sine Ord, Israel sine Skikke og sine Love.
He declares his word to Jacob, his statutes and judgments to Israel.
20 Saaledes har han ikke gjort ved noget andet Folk, og Lovene dem kende de ikke. Halleluja!
No other nation did he do this for, they know nothing of his judgments. Hallelujah.
