Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
Lover Herren! thi det er godt at synge vor Gud Psalmer; thi det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de fordrevne af Israel.
3 Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
Han helbreder dem, som have et sønderbrudt Hjerte, og forbinder deres Saar.
4 Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
Han sætter Tal paa Stjernerne, han nævner dem alle sammen ved Navn.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
Stor er vor Herre og vældig i Kraft, der er intet Maal paa hans Forstand.
6 The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
Herren oprejser de sagtmodige; de ugudelige fornedrer han til Jorden.
7 Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
Svarer Herren med Taksigelse, synger vor Gud Psalmer til Harpe;
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.
ham, som bedækker Himmelen med Skyer, ham, som beskikker Regn paa Jorden, ham, som lader Græs gro paa Bjergene;
9 Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
ham, som giver Føde til Kvæget, til Ravnens Unger, som skrige.
10 He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
Hans Lyst er ikke Hestens Styrke; han har ikke Behag i Mandens raske Ben.
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
Behag har Herren til dem, som ham frygte, som haabe paa hans Miskundhed.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
O, Jerusalem! pris Herren; o, Zion! lov din Gud.
13 Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
Thi han har gjort dine Portes Stænger stærke, han har velsignet dine Børn i din Midte.
14 Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
Han beskikker Fred i dine Landemærker, han mætter dig med den bedste Hvede.
15 Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
Han sender sit Ord til Jorden, hans Beføling løber saare hastelig.
16 Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
Han lader Sne lægge sig som Uld, han udstrør Rimfrost som Aske.
17 He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
Han udkaster sin Is som Billinger; hvo kan staa for hans Kulde?
18 He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
Han sender sit Ord og smelter den; han lader sit Vejr blæse, saa flyde Vandene hen.
19 Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
Han kundgør Jakob sine Ord, Israel sine Skikke og sine Love.
20 He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
Saaledes har han ikke gjort ved noget andet Folk, og Lovene dem kende de ikke. Halleluja!
