Psalms 147
1 Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant, and praise is comely.
Lover Herren! thi det er godt at synge vor Gud Psalmer; thi det er lifligt, Lovsang sømmer sig.
2 The LORD doth build up Jerusalem, He gathereth together the dispersed of Israel;
Herren bygger Jerusalem, han samler de fordrevne af Israel.
3 Who healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
Han helbreder dem, som have et sønderbrudt Hjerte, og forbinder deres Saar.
4 He counteth the number of the stars; He giveth them all their names.
Han sætter Tal paa Stjernerne, han nævner dem alle sammen ved Navn.
5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
Stor er vor Herre og vældig i Kraft, der er intet Maal paa hans Forstand.
6 The LORD upholdeth the humble; He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
Herren oprejser de sagtmodige; de ugudelige fornedrer han til Jorden.
7 Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving, sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
Svarer Herren med Taksigelse, synger vor Gud Psalmer til Harpe;
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh the mountains to spring with grass.
ham, som bedækker Himmelen med Skyer, ham, som beskikker Regn paa Jorden, ham, som lader Græs gro paa Bjergene;
9 He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
ham, som giver Føde til Kvæget, til Ravnens Unger, som skrige.
10 He delighteth not in the strength of the horse; He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.
Hans Lyst er ikke Hestens Styrke; han har ikke Behag i Mandens raske Ben.
11 The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear Him, in those that wait for His mercy.
Behag har Herren til dem, som ham frygte, som haabe paa hans Miskundhed.
12 Glorify the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
O, Jerusalem! pris Herren; o, Zion! lov din Gud.
13 For He hath made strong the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.
Thi han har gjort dine Portes Stænger stærke, han har velsignet dine Børn i din Midte.
14 He maketh thy borders peace; He giveth thee in plenty the fat of wheat.
Han beskikker Fred i dine Landemærker, han mætter dig med den bedste Hvede.
15 He sendeth out His commandment upon earth; His word runneth very swiftly.
Han sender sit Ord til Jorden, hans Beføling løber saare hastelig.
16 He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
Han lader Sne lægge sig som Uld, han udstrør Rimfrost som Aske.
17 He casteth forth His ice like crumbs; who can stand before His cold?
Han udkaster sin Is som Billinger; hvo kan staa for hans Kulde?
18 He sendeth forth His word, and melteth them; He causeth His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Han sender sit Ord og smelter den; han lader sit Vejr blæse, saa flyde Vandene hen.
19 He declareth His word unto Jacob, His statutes and His ordinances unto Israel.
Han kundgør Jakob sine Ord, Israel sine Skikke og sine Love.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation; and as for His ordinances, they have not known them. Hallelujah.
Saaledes har han ikke gjort ved noget andet Folk, og Lovene dem kende de ikke. Halleluja!
