< 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.
Mikafu Yehowa. Aleke mehenyoe be woadzi kafukafuha na míaƒe Mawu la o! Aleke wòhevivina, eye wòdze be woakafui!
2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
Yehowa gbugbɔ tso Yerusalem du la, eye wòkplɔ Israel ƒe aboyomewo gbɔe.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
Eda gbe le ame siwo ƒe dzi gbã la ŋu, eye wòbla woƒe abiwo na wo.
4 He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
Eyae ɖo xexlẽme na ɣletiviwo, eye wòyɔa ɖe sia ɖe ƒe ŋkɔ.
5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
Gãe nye míaƒe Aƒetɔ la, eye eƒe ŋusẽ tri akɔ ŋutɔ, seɖoƒe meli na eƒe gɔmesese o.
6 The LORD upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
Yehowa kpɔa ame siwo bɔbɔa wo ɖokui la dzi, ke etsɔ ame vɔ̃ɖi ya xlã ɖe anyigba.
7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
Midzi ha na Yehowa kple akpedada, eye miƒo ha na míaƒe Mawu la kple kasaŋku.
8 who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.
Etsɔa lilikpo xea yamee, eye wònana tsi dzana ɖe anyigba la dzi hewɔnɛ be gbe miena ɖe togbɛwo dzi.
9 He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.
Enaa nuɖuɖu nyiwo kple akpaviã siwo le xɔxlɔ̃m nɛ.
10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
Eƒe dzidzɔ mele sɔ ƒe ŋusẽ me loo, alo amegbetɔ ƒe afɔ me o;
11 The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.
ke boŋ Yehowa ƒe dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ le ame siwo vɔ̃nɛ la me, ame siwo tsɔa woƒe mɔkpɔkpɔ dana ɖe eƒe lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la dzi.
12 Praise the LORD, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!
O! Yerusalem, do Yehowa ɖe dzi, O! Zion, kafu wò Mawu la,
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you.
elabena eyae glã wò agbowo ƒe gametiwo, eye wòyra ame siwo le mewò.
14 He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
Ena ŋutifafa le wò liƒowo dzi, eye wòtsɔ mɔlu nyuitɔ ɖi ƒo na wòe.
15 He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.
Eɖo eƒe sedede ɖe anyigba la dzi, eye eƒe nya kaka kple du ɖo teƒewo.
16 He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
Ekaka tsikpe abe ɖetifu ene, eye wòkaka afu abe dzofi ene.
17 He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?
Eɖo kpetsi ɖe anyigba abe kpekui ene. Ame ka ate ŋu anɔ te ɖe wò ya fafɛ la nu?
18 He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Edɔ eƒe nya ɖa, eye wòlolo wo. Ede ŋusẽ eƒe yawo me, eye tsiwo de asi sisi me.
19 He shows his word to Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
Eɖe eƒe nya fia Yakob eye wòɖe eƒe sewo kple sededewo fia Israel.
20 He has not done this for just any nation. They do not know his ordinances. Praise the LORD!
Mewɔ esia na dukɔ bubu aɖeke o, eye womenya eƒe sewo o. Mikafu Yehowa.

< Psalms 147 >