Psalms 147
1 Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise you the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
HERREN bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Saar;
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
han fastsætter Stjernernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Maal;
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
7 Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud paa Citer!
8 who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [[and green herb for the service of men; ]]
Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem paa Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with 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 them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier paa hans Miskundhed.
12 Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Sion.
Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
14 He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat.
dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
17 Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, naar han rejser sit Vejr.
19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgements to Israel.
Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
20 He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shown them his judgements.
Saa gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
