< Psalmi 147 >

1 Hvalite Gospoda; ker dobro je prepevati Bogu našemu; ker prijetno, spodobno je hvaljenje.
Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant, and praise is comely.
2 Zidar Jeruzalema Gospod, Izraelce zbira razkropljene.
The LORD doth build up Jerusalem, He gathereth together the dispersed of Israel;
3 On ozdravlja potrte v srci in obvezuje v njih bolečinah.
Who healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4 Prešteva zvezd število, kliče jih, kolikor jih je, po imenih.
He counteth the number of the stars; He giveth them all their names.
5 Velik je Gospod, Bog naš, in mnoga moč njegova, razumnost njegova brezmerna.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
6 Krotke podpira Gospod, hudobne potiska noter do tal.
The LORD upholdeth the humble; He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
7 Pojte hvalne pesmi Gospodu, na strune prepevajte našemu Bogu.
Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving, sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
8 On zagrinja z gostimi oblaki nebesa; dež napravlja zemlji, daje, da seno rodevajo gore.
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh the mountains to spring with grass.
9 Živež svoj daje živini, mladim krokarjem, ki čivkajo.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
10 Moči konjeve se ne veseli, stegna odličnega moža mu niso po volji;
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse; He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 Po volji so Gospodu boječi se njega, kateri imajo nado v milosti njegovi.
The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear Him, in those that wait for His mercy.
12 S hvalo slávi Jeruzalem Gospoda, hvali Boga svojega, o Sijon.
Glorify the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13 Ker zapahe tvojih vrát utrjuje, sinove tvoje blagoslavlja sredi tebe.
For He hath made strong the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Mir daje pokrajinam tvojim, z mozgom pšenice te siti.
He maketh thy borders peace; He giveth thee in plenty the fat of wheat.
15 Ko pošlje govor svoj na zemljo, urno izteče beseda njegova.
He sendeth out His commandment upon earth; His word runneth very swiftly.
16 Sneg daje kakor volno, slano razsiplje kakor pepél.
He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17 Led svoj meče dol, kakor koščke; pred mrazom njegovim kdo prebije?
He casteth forth His ice like crumbs; who can stand before His cold?
18 Besedo svojo pošlje in jih raztaja; kakor hitro pihne veter svoj, iztekó vodé.
He sendeth forth His word, and melteth them; He causeth His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 Besede svoje naznanja Jakobu; postave svoje in pravice svoje Izraelu.
He declareth His word unto Jacob, His statutes and His ordinances unto Israel.
20 Ni storil tako nobenemu narodu; zatorej ne poznajo tistih pravic. Aleluja.
He hath not dealt so with any nation; and as for His ordinances, they have not known them. Hallelujah.

< Psalmi 147 >