Psalms 147
1 Praise Yahweh, for it is good to sing praises to our God, it is pleasant, and praise is suitable.
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 Yahweh rebuilds Jerusalem, he gathers together the scattered people of Israel.
Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
4 He counts the stars, he gives names to all of them.
On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
5 Great is our Lord and awesome in power, his understanding cannot be measured.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 Yahweh lifts up the oppressed, he brings the wicked down to the ground.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving, sing praises to our God with a harp.
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 He covers the heavens with clouds and prepares rain for the earth, making the grass to grow on the mountains.
Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
9 He gives food to the animals and to the young ravens when they cry.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 He finds no delight in the strength of a horse, he takes no pleasure in the strong legs of a man.
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 Yahweh takes pleasure in those who honor him, who hope in his covenant faithfulness.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem, praise your God, Zion.
Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
13 For he strengthens the bars of your gates, he blesses your children among you.
On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
14 He brings prosperity inside your borders, he satisfies you with the finest of wheat.
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 He sends out his commandment to earth, his command runs very swiftly.
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 He makes the snow like wool, he scatters the frost like ashes.
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 He dispenses the hail like crumbs, who can withstand the cold he sends?
On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
18 He sends out his command and melts them, he makes the wind to blow and the water to flow.
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 He proclaimed his word to Jacob, his statutes and his righteous decrees to Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He has not done so with any other nation, and as for his decrees, they do not know them. Praise Yahweh.
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
