< Salme 147 >

1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
Praise ye Jah! For [it is] good to praise our God, For pleasant — comely [is] praise.
2 HERREN bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
Building Jerusalem [is] Jehovah, The driven away of Israel He gathereth.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Saar;
Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.
4 han fastsætter Stjernernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.
5 Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Maal;
Great [is] our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud paa Citer!
Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem paa Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up [on] mountains,
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.
10 hans Hu staar ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier paa hans Miskundhed.
Jehovah is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting for His kindness.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Glorify, O Jerusalem, Jehovah, Praise thy God, O Zion.
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
Who is making thy border peace, [With] the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
Who is sending forth His saying [on] earth, Very speedily doth His word run.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, naar han rejser sit Vejr.
He sendeth forth His word and melteth them, He causeth His wind to blow — the waters flow.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.
20 Saa gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!

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