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