Psalms 147
1 Praise ye the LORD; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant, [and] praise is comely.
Hvalite Gospoda; ker dobro je prepevati Bogu našemu; ker prijetno, spodobno je hvaljenje.
2 The LORD doth build up Jerusalem; he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
Zidar Jeruzalema Gospod, Izraelce zbira razkropljene.
3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
On ozdravlja potrte v srci in obvezuje v njih bolečinah.
4 He telleth the number of the stars; he giveth them all their names.
Prešteva zvezd število, kliče jih, kolikor jih je, po imenih.
5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; his understanding is infinite.
Velik je Gospod, Bog naš, in mnoga moč njegova, razumnost njegova brezmerna.
6 The LORD upholdeth the meek: he bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
Krotke podpira Gospod, hudobne potiska noter do tal.
7 Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praises upon the harp unto our God:
Pojte hvalne pesmi Gospodu, na strune prepevajte našemu Bogu.
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
On zagrinja z gostimi oblaki nebesa; dež napravlja zemlji, daje, da seno rodevajo gore.
9 He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
Živež svoj daje živini, mladim krokarjem, ki čivkajo.
10 He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.
Moči konjeve se ne veseli, stegna odličnega moža mu niso po volji;
11 The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
Po volji so Gospodu boječi se njega, kateri imajo nado v milosti njegovi.
12 Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
S hvalo slávi Jeruzalem Gospoda, hvali Boga svojega, o Sijon.
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.
Ker zapahe tvojih vrát utrjuje, sinove tvoje blagoslavlja sredi tebe.
14 He maketh peace in thy borders; he filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
Mir daje pokrajinam tvojim, z mozgom pšenice te siti.
15 He sendeth out his commandment upon earth; his word runneth very swiftly.
Ko pošlje govor svoj na zemljo, urno izteče beseda njegova.
16 He giveth snow like wool; he scattereth the hoar frost like ashes.
Sneg daje kakor volno, slano razsiplje kakor pepél.
17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
Led svoj meče dol, kakor koščke; pred mrazom njegovim kdo prebije?
18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Besedo svojo pošlje in jih raztaja; kakor hitro pihne veter svoj, iztekó vodé.
19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
Besede svoje naznanja Jakobu; postave svoje in pravice svoje Izraelu.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.
Ni storil tako nobenemu narodu; zatorej ne poznajo tistih pravic. Aleluja.
