Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
3 Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
4 Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
9 Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
13 Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
14 Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
18 He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
