Psalms 147
1 Praise ye Jah! For [it is] good to praise our God, For pleasant — comely [is] praise.
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 Building Jerusalem [is] Jehovah, The driven away of Israel He gathereth.
Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
3 Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.
On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
4 Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.
On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
5 Great [is] our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up [on] mountains,
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 of the ravens that call.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 Jehovah is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting for His kindness.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, Jehovah, Praise thy God, O Zion.
Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
13 For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
14 Who is making thy border peace, [With] the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 Who is sending forth His saying [on] earth, Very speedily doth His word run.
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth 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 flow.
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
