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! For det er godt å lovsyngja vår Gud, for yndelegt er det, og lovsong høver vel.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Herren byggjer upp Jerusalem, han samlar dei burtdrivne israelitar.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
Han lækjer deim som hev sundbrote hjarta, og bind um deira verkjande sår.
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
Han set tal på stjernorne, han nemner deim alle med namn.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
Stor er vår Herre og veldug i magt, på hans vit er det ikkje mål.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
Herren held dei spaklyndte uppe, dei ugudlege bøygjer han ned til jordi.
7 Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
Syng for Herren med takkesong, syng lov for vår Gud med cither!
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 som tekkjer himmelen med skyer, han som lagar regn for jordi, han som let det veksa gras på fjelli.
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
Han gjev feet for, ramn-ungarne som ropar.
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.
Han hev ikkje hug til hestens styrke, han hev ikkje hugnad i mannsens leggjer.
11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
Herren hev hugnad i deim som ottast han, deim som ventar på hans miskunn.
12 Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Sion.
Jerusalem, prisa Herren, Sion, lova din Gud!
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
For stengerne på dine portar hev han gjort faste, han hev velsigna dine born i deg.
14 He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat.
Han gjev dine grensor fred, han mettar deg med den feitaste kveite.
15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
Han sender sin tale til jordi, fort spring hans ord.
16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
Han som gjev snø som ull, han strår ut rim som oska.
17 Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
Han kastar sin is som småe stykke; kven kann standa for hans kulde?
18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
Han sender sitt ord og smeltar deim, han let vinden sin blåsa, då renn vatn.
19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgements to Israel.
Han hev kunngjort sitt ord for Jakob, sine fyresegner og rettar for Israel.
20 He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shown them his judgements.
Soleis hev han ikkje gjort med noko folk, og hans rettar - deim kjenner dei ikkje. Halleluja!
