Psalms 147
1 Praise the Lord, for it's good to sing praises to our God! Praise is wonderful and beautiful!
Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
2 The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem, gathering together the people of Israel who have been scattered.
Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
3 He heals the broken-hearted, and bandages the wounded.
han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
4 He knows how many stars he made, and commands all of them by name.
han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
5 Our Lord is great! His power is immense! There's no limit to what he understands!
Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
6 The Lord helps those who are bowed down to get up; but he grinds the wicked into the ground.
HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
7 Sing thanks to the Lord! Sing praises to our God with a harp!
Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
8 He covers the sky with clouds to bring rain to the earth, and makes the grass grow on the hills.
Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
9 He gives food to the animals, and to the baby ravens when they call.
Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
10 The Lord doesn't appreciate the strength of war-horses or value human power.
hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
11 What the Lord values are those who follow him, those who put their confidence in his trustworthy love.
HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
12 Jerusalem, praise the Lord! Zion, praise your God!
Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
13 He makes the bars on your city gates strong, and blesses your children around you.
Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
14 He keeps the borders of your land safe from attack; he provides you with plenty of the finest wheat.
dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
15 He sends his commands around the world—they're quickly implemented.
han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
16 He sends snow as white as wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
17 He throws hail like stones. Who can stand the cold he sends?
som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
18 Then he sends out his command and it melts; he blows on it and the water flows.
han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
19 He proclaims his word to Jacob; his rules and laws to Israel.
Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
20 He has not done this for any other nation—they don't know his laws. Praise the Lord!
Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
