Psalms 147
1 Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
3 He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
4 Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
5 Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
9 Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
14 Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
18 He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
