Psalms 147
1 Give praise to the Lord; for it is good to make melody to our God; praise is pleasing and beautiful.
Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
2 The Lord is building up Jerusalem; he makes all the outlaws of Israel come together.
HERREN bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
3 He makes the broken-hearted well, and puts oil on their wounds.
han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Saar;
4 He sees the number of the stars; he gives them all their names.
han fastsætter Stjernernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
5 Great is our Lord, and great his power; there is no limit to his wisdom.
Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Maal;
6 The Lord gives help to the poor in spirit; but he sends sinners down in shame.
HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
7 Make songs of praise to the Lord; make melody to our God with instruments of music.
Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud paa Citer!
8 By his hand the heaven is covered with clouds and rain is stored up for the earth; he makes the grass tall on the mountains.
Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem paa Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
9 He gives food to every beast, and to the young ravens in answer to their cry.
Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
10 He has no delight in the strength of a horse; he takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
hans Hu staar ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
11 The Lord takes pleasure in his worshippers, and in those whose hope is in his mercy.
HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier paa hans Miskundhed.
12 Give praise to the Lord, O Jerusalem; give praise to your God, O Zion.
Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
13 He has made strong the iron bands of your doors; he has sent blessings on your children inside your walls.
Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
14 He gives peace in all your land, making your stores full of fat grain.
dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
15 He sends out his orders to the earth; his word goes out quickly.
han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
16 He gives snow like wool; he sends out ice-drops like dust.
han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
17 He sends down ice like raindrops: water is made hard by his cold.
som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
18 At the outgoing of his word, the ice is turned to water; when he sends out his wind, there is a flowing of waters.
han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, naar han rejser sit Vejr.
19 He makes his word clear to Jacob, teaching Israel his laws and his decisions.
Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
20 He has not done these things for any other nation: and as for his laws, they have no knowledge of them. Let the Lord be praised.
Saa gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
