< Salme 147 >

1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
Praise the LORD, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.
2 Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
The LORD builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
5 Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
The LORD upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.
10 hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Praise the LORD, Jerusalem. Praise your God, Zion.
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
He shows his word to Jacob; his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
20 Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
He has not done this for just any nation. They do not know his ordinances. Praise the LORD.

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