Salme 147
1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
2 Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
4 han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
5 Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
10 hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
20 Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
