< Psalms 147 >

1 Praise ye Jah! For [it is] good to praise our God, For pleasant — comely [is] praise.
Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
2 Building Jerusalem [is] Jehovah, The driven away of Israel He gathereth.
Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
3 Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.
han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
4 Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.
han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
5 Great [is] our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.
Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
6 Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.
HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
7 Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.
Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
8 Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up [on] mountains,
Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
9 Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.
Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
10 Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
11 Jehovah is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting for His kindness.
HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, Jehovah, Praise thy God, O Zion.
Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
13 For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
14 Who is making thy border peace, [With] the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.
dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
15 Who is sending forth His saying [on] earth, Very speedily doth His word run.
han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
16 Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.
han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
17 Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?
som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
18 He sendeth forth His word and melteth them, He causeth His wind to blow — the waters flow.
han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
19 Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.
Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
20 He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!
Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!

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