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.
Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
