Psalms 147
1 Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; [him] becometh praise.
Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together;
Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
3 He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts;
han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
4 Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by [their] names.
han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable.
Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
6 The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground.
HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
7 Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp;
Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains;
Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
9 Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry.
Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
10 Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the [swiftness of the] legs of man taketh he pleasure.
hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
11 The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness.
HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion.
Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee;
Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
14 He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat;
dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
15 He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along!
han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
16 He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes;
han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
17 He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand?
som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along.
han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
19 He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.
Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
20 He hath not done so unto any nation: and [his] ordinances— these they know not. Hallelujah.
Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
