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; ker dobro je prepevati Bogu našemu; ker prijetno, spodobno je hvaljenje.
2 Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
Zidar Jeruzalema Gospod, Izraelce zbira razkropljene.
3 He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
On ozdravlja potrte v srci in obvezuje v njih bolečinah.
4 Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
Prešteva zvezd število, kliče jih, kolikor jih je, po imenih.
5 Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
Velik je Gospod, Bog naš, in mnoga moč njegova, razumnost njegova brezmerna.
6 Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
Krotke podpira Gospod, hudobne potiska noter do tal.
7 Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
Pojte hvalne pesmi Gospodu, na strune prepevajte našemu Bogu.
8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
On zagrinja z gostimi oblaki nebesa; dež napravlja zemlji, daje, da seno rodevajo gore.
9 Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
Živež svoj daje živini, mladim krokarjem, ki čivkajo.
10 Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
Moči konjeve se ne veseli, stegna odličnega moža mu niso po volji;
11 Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
Po volji so Gospodu boječi se njega, kateri imajo nado v milosti njegovi.
12 Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, 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 in thy midst:
Ker zapahe tvojih vrát utrjuje, sinove tvoje blagoslavlja sredi tebe.
14 Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
Mir daje pokrajinam tvojim, z mozgom pšenice te siti.
15 Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
Ko pošlje govor svoj na zemljo, urno izteče beseda njegova.
16 Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
Sneg daje kakor volno, slano razsiplje kakor pepél.
17 Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
Led svoj meče dol, kakor koščke; pred mrazom njegovim kdo prebije?
18 He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
Besedo svojo pošlje in jih raztaja; kakor hitro pihne veter svoj, iztekó vodé.
19 Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
Besede svoje naznanja Jakobu; postave svoje in pravice svoje Izraelu.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
Ni storil tako nobenemu narodu; zatorej ne poznajo tistih pravic. Aleluja.
