Salme 147
1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
Alleluia. Praise the Lord, because the psalm is good. Delightful and beautiful praise shall be for our God.
2 HERREN bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
The Lord builds up Jerusalem. He will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Saar;
He heals the contrite of heart, and he binds up their sorrows.
4 han fastsætter Stjernernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
He numbers the multitude of the stars, and he calls them all by their names.
5 Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Maal;
Great is our Lord, and great is his virtue. And of his wisdom, there is no number.
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
The Lord lifts up the meek, but he brings down the sinner, even to the ground.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud paa Citer!
Sing before the Lord with confession. Play psalms to our God on a stringed instrument.
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem paa Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
He covers heaven with clouds, and he prepares rain for the earth. He produces grass on the mountains and herbs for the service of men.
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
He gives their food to beasts of burden and to young ravens that call upon him.
10 hans Hu staar ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
He will not have good will for the strength of the horse, nor will he be well pleased with the legs of a man.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier paa hans Miskundhed.
The Lord is well pleased with those who fear him and with those who hope in his mercy.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Alleluia. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem. Praise your God, O Zion.
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
For he has reinforced the bars of your gates. He has blessed your sons within you.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
He has stationed peace at your borders, and he has satisfied you with the fat of the grain.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
He sends forth his eloquence to the earth. His word runs swiftly.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
He provides snow like wool. He strews clouds like ashes.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
He sends his ice crystals like morsels. Who can stand firm before the face of his cold?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, naar han rejser sit Vejr.
He will send forth his word, and it will melt them. His Spirit will breathe out, and the waters will flow.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
He announces his word to Jacob, his justices and his judgments to Israel.
20 Saa gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
He has not done so much for every nation, and he has not made his judgments manifest to them. Alleluia.
