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.
Hvalite Gospoda; ker dobro je prepevati Bogu našemu; ker prijetno, spodobno je hvaljenje.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Zidar Jeruzalema Gospod, Izraelce zbira razkropljene.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
On ozdravlja potrte v srci in obvezuje v njih bolečinah.
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
Prešteva zvezd število, kliče jih, kolikor jih je, po imenih.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
Velik je Gospod, Bog naš, in mnoga moč njegova, razumnost njegova brezmerna.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
Krotke podpira Gospod, hudobne potiska noter do tal.
7 Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
Pojte hvalne pesmi Gospodu, na strune prepevajte našemu Bogu.
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; ]]
On zagrinja z gostimi oblaki nebesa; dež napravlja zemlji, daje, da seno rodevajo gore.
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
Živež svoj daje živini, mladim krokarjem, ki čivkajo.
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.
Moči konjeve se ne veseli, stegna odličnega moža mu niso po volji;
11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
Po volji so Gospodu boječi se njega, kateri imajo nado v milosti njegovi.
12 Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Sion.
S hvalo slávi Jeruzalem Gospoda, hvali Boga svojega, o Sijon.
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
Ker zapahe tvojih vrát utrjuje, sinove tvoje blagoslavlja sredi tebe.
14 He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat.
Mir daje pokrajinam tvojim, z mozgom pšenice te siti.
15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
Ko pošlje govor svoj na zemljo, urno izteče beseda njegova.
16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
Sneg daje kakor volno, slano razsiplje kakor pepél.
17 Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
Led svoj meče dol, kakor koščke; pred mrazom njegovim kdo prebije?
18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
Besedo svojo pošlje in jih raztaja; kakor hitro pihne veter svoj, iztekó vodé.
19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgements to Israel.
Besede svoje naznanja Jakobu; postave svoje in pravice svoje Izraelu.
20 He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shown them his judgements.
Ni storil tako nobenemu narodu; zatorej ne poznajo tistih pravic. Aleluja.
