Psalms 147
1 Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
2 Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
3 He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
4 Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
5 Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
6 Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
7 Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
9 Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
10 Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
11 Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
12 Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, 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 thy midst:
Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
14 Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
15 Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
16 Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
17 Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
18 He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
19 Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
