< Psalmi 147 >

1 Hvalite Gospoda, jer je slatko pjevati Boga našega, jer blagome prilikuje hvala.
Praise ye the LORD: for [it is] good to sing praises to our God; for [it is] pleasant; [and] praise is comely.
2 Gospod zida Jerusalim, sabira rasijane sinove Izrailjeve;
The LORD buildeth up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
3 Iscjeljuje one koji su skrušena srca, i lijeèi tuge njihove;
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4 Izbraja mnoštvo zvijezda, i sve ih zove imenom.
He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by [their] names.
5 Velik je Gospod naš i velika je krjepost njegova, i razumu njegovu nema mjere.
Great [is] our LORD, and of great power: his understanding [is] infinite.
6 Prihvata smjerne Gospod, a bezbožne ponižava do zemlje.
The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
7 Redom pjevajte Gospodu hvalu, udarajte Bogu našemu u gusle.
Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp to our God:
8 On zastire nebo oblacima, sprema zemlji dažd, èini te raste na gorama trava;
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
9 Daje stoci piæu njezinu, i vraniæima, koji vièu k njemu.
He giveth to the beast his food, [and] to the young ravens which cry.
10 Ne mari za silu konjsku, niti su mu mili kraci èovjeèiji.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 Mili su Gospodu oni koji ga se boje, koji se uzdaju u milost njegovu.
The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
12 Slavi, Jerusalime, Gospoda; hvali Boga svojega, Sione!
Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13 Jer on utvrðuje prijevornice vrata tvojih, blagosilja sinove tvoje u tebi.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Ograðuje meðe tvoje mirom, nasiæava te jedre pšenice.
He maketh peace [in] thy borders, [and] filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
15 Šalje govor svoj na zemlju, brzo teèe rijeè njegova.
He sendeth forth his commandment [upon] earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
16 Daje snijeg kao vunu, sipa inje kao pepeo.
He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17 Baca grad svoj kao zalogaje, pred mrazom njegovijem ko æe ostati?
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
18 Pošlje rijeè svoju, i sve se raskravi; dune duhom svojim, i poteku vode.
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, [and] the waters flow.
19 On je javio rijeè svoju Jakovu, naredbe i sudove svoje Izrailju.
He showeth his word to Jacob, his statutes and his judgments to Israel.
20 Ovo nije uèinio nijednome drugom narodu, i sudova njegovijeh oni ne znaju. Aliluja!
He hath not dealt so with any nation: and [as for his] judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.

< Psalmi 147 >