Psalmi 147
1 Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
2 Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
3 On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
4 On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
5 Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
6 Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
7 Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
8 Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
Which hilith heuene with cloudis; and makith redi reyn to the erthe. Which bryngith forth hei in hillis; and eerbe to the seruice of men.
9 On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
10 Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
He schal not haue wille in the strengthe of an hors; nether it schal be wel plesaunt to hym in the leggis of a man.
11 Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
12 Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
13 On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
14 On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
15 Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
16 Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
17 On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
18 Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
19 Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
20 Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
