Psalms 147
1 Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise you the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Jahve gradi Jeruzalem, sabire raspršene Izraelce.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
On liječi one koji su srca skršena i povija rane njihove.
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [[and green herb for the service of men; ]]
Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Sion.
Slavi Jahvu, Jeruzaleme, hvali Boga svoga, Sione!
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
On učvrsti zasune vrata tvojih, blagoslovi u tebi tvoje sinove.
14 He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat.
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgements to Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shown them his judgements.
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
