< Psalmi 147 >
1 Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
2 Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
4 Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
5 Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
6 Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
7 Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
8 On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
9 Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
10 Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
12 Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
13 Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
15 Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
16 Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
17 Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
18 Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
19 On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
20 Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.