Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, 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: his wisdome is infinite.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
