Psalmi 147
1 Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
2 Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
4 Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
He counteth the nomber of the starres, 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: his wisdome is infinite.
6 Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
7 Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
8 On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
9 Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
10 Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
11 Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
12 Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
13 Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
15 Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
16 Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
17 Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
18 Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
19 On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
20 Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
