Psalms 147
1 Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; [him] becometh praise.
Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together;
Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
3 He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts;
Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
4 Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by [their] names.
Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable.
Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
6 The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground.
Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
7 Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp;
Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains;
On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
9 Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry.
Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
10 Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the [swiftness of the] legs of man taketh he pleasure.
Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness.
Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion.
Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee;
Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
14 He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat;
Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
15 He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along!
Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
16 He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes;
Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
17 He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand?
Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along.
Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
19 He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.
On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
20 He hath not done so unto any nation: and [his] ordinances— these they know not. Hallelujah.
Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
