< Salme 147 >

1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
Praise the Lord, for it's good to sing praises to our God! Praise is wonderful and beautiful!
2 Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem, gathering together the people of Israel who have been scattered.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
He heals the broken-hearted, and bandages the wounded.
4 han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
He knows how many stars he made, and commands all of them by name.
5 Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
Our Lord is great! His power is immense! There's no limit to what he understands!
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
The Lord helps those who are bowed down to get up; but he grinds the wicked into the ground.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
Sing thanks to the Lord! Sing praises to our God with a harp!
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
He covers the sky with clouds to bring rain to the earth, and makes the grass grow on the hills.
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
He gives food to the animals, and to the baby ravens when they call.
10 hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
The Lord doesn't appreciate the strength of war-horses or value human power.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
What the Lord values are those who follow him, those who put their confidence in his trustworthy love.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Jerusalem, praise the Lord! Zion, praise your God!
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
He makes the bars on your city gates strong, and blesses your children around you.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
He keeps the borders of your land safe from attack; he provides you with plenty of the finest wheat.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
He sends his commands around the world—they're quickly implemented.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
He sends snow as white as wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
He throws hail like stones. Who can stand the cold he sends?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
Then he sends out his command and it melts; he blows on it and the water flows.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
He proclaims his word to Jacob; his rules and laws to Israel.
20 Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
He has not done this for any other nation—they don't know his laws. Praise the Lord!

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