Psalmi 147
1 Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
2 Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
8 On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
11 Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
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, the waters, stream along:
19 On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, 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, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
