Psalms 147
1 Praise the LORD, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.
Aleluja! Hvalite Jahvu jer je dobar, pjevajte Bogu našem jer je sladak; svake hvale on je dostojan!
2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts 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 counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
On određuje broj zvijezda, svaku njezinim imenom naziva.
5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
Velik je naš Gospodin i svesilan, nema mjere mudrosti njegovoj.
6 The LORD upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
Jahve pridiže ponizne, zlotvore do zemlje snizuje.
7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
Pjevajte Jahvi pjesmu zahvalnu, svirajte na citari Bogu našem!
8 who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.
Oblacima on prekriva nebesa i zemlji kišu sprema; daje da po bregovima raste trava i bilje na službu čovjeku.
9 He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.
On stoci hranu daje i mladim gavranima kada grakću.
10 He doesn’t delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
Za konjsku snagu on ne mari nit' mu se mile bedra čovječja.
11 The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.
Mili su Jahvi oni koji se njega boje, koji se uzdaju u dobrotu njegovu.
12 Praise the LORD, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!
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 peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
On dade mir granicama tvojim, pšenicom te hrani najboljom.
15 He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.
Besjedu svoju šalje na zemlju, brzo trči riječ njegova.
16 He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
Kao vunu snijeg razbacuje, prosipa mraz poput pepela.
17 He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?
On sipa grÓad kao zalogaje, voda mrzne od njegove studeni.
18 He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Riječ svoju pošalje i vode se tope; dunu vjetrom i vode otječu.
19 He shows his word to Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
Riječ svoju on objavi Jakovu, odluke svoje i zakone Izraelu.
20 He has not done this for just any nation. They don’t know his ordinances. Praise the LORD!
Ne učini tako nijednom narodu: nijednom naredbe svoje ne objavi! Aleluja!
