Salme 147
1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
2 HERREN bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Saar;
Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
4 han fastsætter Stjernernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth 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 power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud paa Citer!
Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem paa Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
10 hans Hu staar ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier paa hans Miskundhed.
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, naar han rejser sit Vejr.
He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
Who declareth 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 hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
