Psalmi 147
1 Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
Praise ye Jah! For [it is] good to praise our God, For pleasant — comely [is] praise.
2 Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
Building Jerusalem [is] Jehovah, The driven away of Israel He gathereth.
3 Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.
4 Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.
5 Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
Great [is] our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.
6 Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.
7 Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.
8 On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up [on] mountains,
9 Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.
10 Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.
11 Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
Jehovah is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting for His kindness.
12 Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
Glorify, O Jerusalem, Jehovah, Praise thy God, O Zion.
13 Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
14 Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
Who is making thy border peace, [With] the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.
15 Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
Who is sending forth His saying [on] earth, Very speedily doth His word run.
16 Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.
17 Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth 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 flow.
19 On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.
20 Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!
