< Psalmi 147 >

1 Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant, and praise is comely.
2 Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
The LORD doth build up Jerusalem, He gathereth together the dispersed of Israel;
3 Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
Who healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4 Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
He counteth the number of the stars; He giveth them all their names.
5 Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
6 Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
The LORD upholdeth the humble; He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
7 Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving, sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
8 On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh the mountains to spring with grass.
9 Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
10 Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse; He taketh no 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, in those that wait for His mercy.
12 Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
Glorify the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13 Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
For He hath made strong the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
He maketh thy borders peace; He giveth thee in plenty the fat of wheat.
15 Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
He sendeth out His commandment upon earth; His word runneth very swiftly.
16 Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17 Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
He casteth forth His ice like crumbs; who can stand before His cold?
18 Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
He sendeth forth His word, and melteth them; He causeth His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
He declareth His word unto Jacob, His statutes and His ordinances unto Israel.
20 Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
He hath not dealt so with any nation; and as for His ordinances, they have not known them. Hallelujah.

< Psalmi 147 >