Salme 147
1 Halleluja! Ja, det er godt at lovsynge vor Gud, ja, det er lifligt, lovsang sømmer sig.
Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise ye the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
2 Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de spredte af Israel,
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 han læger dem, hvis Hjerte er sønderknust, og forbinder deres Sår;
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 han fastsætter Stjemernes Tal og giver dem alle Navn.
He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
5 Vor Herre er stor og vældig, hans Indsigt er uden Mål;
Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
6 HERREN holder de ydmyge oppe, til Jorden bøjer han gudløse.
The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
7 Syng for HERREN med Tak, leg for vor Gud på Citer!
Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
8 Han dækker Himlen med Skyer, sørger for Regn til Jorden, lader Græs spire frem på Bjergene og Urter til Menneskers Brug;
who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [[and green herb for the service of men; ]]
9 Føde giver han Kvæget og Ravneunger, som skriger;
and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
10 hans Hu står ikke til stærke Heste, han har ikke Behag i rapfodet Mand;
He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.
11 HERREN har Behag i dem, der frygter ham, dem, der bier på hans Miskundhed.
The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
12 Lovpris HERREN, Jerusalem, pris, o Zion, din Gud!
Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Sion.
13 Thi han gør dine Portstænger stærke, velsigner dine Børn i din Midte;
For he has strengthened the bars of thy gates; he has blessed thy children within thee.
14 dine Landemærker giver han Fred, mætter dig med Hvedens Fedme;
He makes thy borders peaceful, and fills thee with the flour of wheat.
15 han sender sit Bud til Jorden, hastigt løber hans Ord,
He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
16 han lader Sne falde ned som Uld, som Aske spreder han Rim,
He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
17 som Brødsmuler sender han Hagl, Vandene stivner af Kulde fra ham;
Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
18 han sender sit Ord og smelter dem, de strømmer, når han rejser sit Vejr.
He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
19 Han kundgør sit Ord for Jakob, sine Vedtægter og Lovbud for Israel.
He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgments to Israel.
20 Så gjorde han ikke mod andre Folk, dem kundgør han ingen Lovbud. Halleluja!
He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shewn them his judgments.
