Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, 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 spredte af Israel,
3 Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
4 Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
6 The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
7 Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
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.
Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
9 Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
10 He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
13 Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
14 Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
15 Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
16 Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
17 He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
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 dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
19 Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
20 He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.
Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
