Psalm 147

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General Information

The numbering of the Vulgate and Septuagint divides this psalm in two: Lauda Dominum (Ps.146) and Lauda Jerusalem (Ps. 147).

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Latin.png Latin text
Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 146)

146:1 Alleluia. Laudate Dominum quoniam bonum est psalmus;
Deo nostro sit jucunda, decoraque laudatio.
146:2 Ædificans Jerusalem Dominus, dispersiones Israëlis congregabit:
146:3 qui sanat contritos corde, et alligat contritiones eorum;
146:4 qui numerat multitudinem stellarum, et omnibus eis nomina vocat.
146:5 Magnus Dominus noster, et magna virtus ejus, et sapientiæ ejus non est numerus.
146:6 Suscipiens mansuetos Dominus; humilians autem peccatores usque ad terram.
146:7 Præcinite Domino in confessione; psallite Deo nostro in cithara.
146:8 Qui operit cælum nubibus, et parat terræ pluviam;
qui producit in montibus fœnum, et herbam servituti hominum;
146:9 qui dat jumentis escam ipsorum, et pullis corvorum invocantibus eum.
146:10 Non in fortitudine equi voluntatem habebit, nec in tibiis viri beneplacitum erit ei.
146:11 Beneplacitum est Domino super timentes eum, et in eis qui sperant super misericordia ejus.

(Psalm 147)

147:1 Alleluja. Lauda, Jerusalem, Dominum; lauda Deum tuum, Sion.
147:2 Quoniam confortavit seras portarum tuarum; benedixit filiis tuis in te.
147:3 Qui posuit fines tuos pacem, et adipe frumenti satiat te.
147:4 Qui emittit eloquium suum terræ: velociter currit sermo ejus.
147:5 Qui dat nivem sicut lanam; nebulam sicut cinerem spargit.
147:6 Mittit crystallum suam sicut buccellas: ante faciem frigoris ejus quis sustinebit?
147:7 Emittet verbum suum, et liquefaciet ea; flabit spiritus ejus, et fluent aquæ.
147:8 Qui annuntiat verbum suum Jacob, justitias et judicia sua Israël.
147:9 Non fecit taliter omni nationi, et judicia sua non manifestavit eis. Alleluja.

English.png English translation
Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer

1  Alleluia. O praise the Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God:
yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
2  The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: and gather together the out-casts of Israel.
3  He healeth those that are broken in heart: and giveth medicine to heal their sickness.
4  He telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
5  Great is our Lord, and great is his power: yea, and his wisdom is infinite.
6  The Lord setteth up the meek: and bringeth the ungodly down to the ground.
7  O sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving: sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
8  Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth:
and maketh the grass to grow upon the mountains, and herb for the use of men;
9  Who giveth fodder unto the cattle: and feedeth the young ravens that call upon him.
10  He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse: neither delighteth he in any man's legs.
11  But the Lord's delight is in them that fear him: and put their trust in his mercy.

(Psalm 147)

12  Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
13  For he hath made fast the bars of thy gates: and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14  He maketh peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the flour of wheat.
15  He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: and his word runneth very swiftly.
16  He giveth snow like wool: and scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17  He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who is able to abide his frost?
18  He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he bloweth with his wind, and the waters flow.
19  He sheweth his word unto Jacob: his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.
20  He hath not dealt so with any nation: neither have the heathen knowledge of his laws.

English.png English translation
Douay-Rheims Bible (Psalm 146)

Alleluia. Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth.
Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.

(Psalm 147)

Alleluia. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.

Hungarian.png Hungarian translation
Káldi fordítás (146. zsoltár)

Alleluja! Dicsérjétek az Urat, mert jó a dicséret; a mi Istenünknek gyönyörű és illendő dicsérete legyen.
Fölépítvén az Úr Jerusalemet, Izraelnek elszéledetteit egybegyűjti.
Meggyógyítja a töredelmes szivűeket, és bekötözi azok sebeit.
Megszámlálja a csillagok sokaságát, és mindenikét nevén szólítja.
Nagy a mi Urunk, és nagy az ő ereje, és bölcseségének nincsen száma.
A szelídeket fölfogja az Úr, a bűnösöket pedig földig alázza.
Énekeljetek az Úrnak hálaadással, zengjetek hárfán a mi Istenünknek,
ki beborítja az eget felhőkkel, és a földnek esőt készít. Ki a hegyeken szénát teremt és füvet az emberek szolgálatára.
Ki megadja élelmöket a barmoknak és a hozzá kiáltó hollófiaknak.
Nem a ló erősségében telik kedve, sem a férfiú lábszáraiban gyönyörködése.
Az Úr az őt félőkben gyönyörködik, és azokban, kik az ő irgalmasságában bíznak.

(147. zsoltár)

Alleluja! Dicsérd, Jerusalem, az Urat; dicsérd, Sion, a te Istenedet.
Mert megerősítette kapuidnak zárait, benned megáldotta fiaidat.
Ki békéssé tette határaidat, és a búza javával elégít meg téged.
Ki elküldi szózatát a földre; sebesen fut az ő beszéde.
Ki a havat, mint a gyapjat adja, a ködöt, mint a hamvat hinti.
Jegét darabonkint ereszti; ki tűrheti el annak hidegségét?
Elküldi ismét az ő igéjét, és fölolvasztja azokat; az ő szele fú, és vizek folynak.
Ki igéjét Jákobnak hirdeti, rendeléseit és törvényeit Izraelnek.
Nem cselekedett így semmi más nemzettel, és azoknak nem jelentette ki itéleteit. Alleluja!

French.png French translation
Psalm 147

147:1 Rends gloire au Seigneur, Jérusalem, loue ton Dieu, ô Sion.
147:2 Car il a consolidé les verrous de tes portes: il a béni les enfants en ton sein.
147:3 Il a établi la paix à ta frontière et t'a remplie de la fleur du froment.
147:4 Il a envoyé son ordre sur la terre et sa parole court avec célérité.
147:5 Il fait tomber la neige blanche comme la laine et répand le givre comme de la cendre.
147:6 Il jette sa glace par morceaux et, devant sa froidure, les eaux se raidissent.
147:7 Il envoie sa parole et les fait fondre. Il fait souffler le vent et les eaux coulent.
147:8 Il a annoncé sa parole à Jacob, ses lois et ses ordonnances à Israël.
147:9 Il n'a pas fait ainsi pour aucune autre nation et ne leur a pas fait connaître ses ordonnances.

German.png German translation
Psalm 147

147:1 Preise, o Jerusalem, den Herrn; lobe, o Zion, deinen Gott.
147:2 Denn Er hat die Riegel deiner Tore festgemacht und deine Kinder drinnen gesegnet.
147:3 Er schafft Frieden in deinen Grenzen und sättigt dich mit dem besten Weizen.
147:4 Er sendet Seine Rede auf Erden; Sein Wort läuft schnell dahin.
147:5 Es gibt Schnee wie Wolle; Er streut Reif wie Asche.
147:6 Er wirft Eis herab in Brocken; wer kann bleiben vor Seinem Frost?
147:7 Er sendet Sein Wort und schmilzt sie auf; Er läßt Seinen Wind wehen, dann rieseln die Wasser.
147:8 Er verkündet Jakob Sein Wort, Israel Seine Gesetze und Rechte.
147:9 Keinem der Völker hat Er also getan, sie kannten nicht Seine Gebote.

Metrical Paraphrase by Tate and Brady, New Version

Metrical paraphrase by Thomas Norton, Old Version

English.png English text

O praise the Lord with hymns of joy,
and celebrate his fame;
for pleasant, good, and comely 'tis
to praise his holy name.

His holy city God will build,
though levell'd with the ground;
Bring back his people, though dispers'd
through all the nations round.

He kindly heals the broken hearts,
And all their wounds doth close;
He tells the number of the stars,
Their sev'ral names he knows.

Great is the Lord, and great his pow'r,
His wisdom has no bound;
The meek he raises, but throws down
The wicked to the ground.

To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise
With grateful voices sing;
To songs of triumph tune the harp,
And strike each warbling string.

He covers heav'n with clouds, and thence
Refreshing rain bestows;
Through him, on mountain tops, the grass
With wondrous plenty grows.

He savage beasts, that loosely range,
With timely food supplies;
He feeds the raven's tender brood,
And stops their hungry cries.

He values not the warlike steed,
But doth his strength disdain;
The nimble foot, that swiftly runs,
No prize from him can gain.

 

But he, to him that fears his name,
His tender love extends;
To him that on his boundless grace
With steadfast hope depends.

Let Zion and Jerusalem
To God their praise address,
Who fenc'd their gates with massy bars,
And does their children bless.

Through all their borders he gives peace,
With finest wheat they're fed;
He speaks the word, and what he wills
Is done as soon as said.

Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool,
Descend at his command;
And hoary frost, like ashes spread,
Is scattered o'er the land.

When, joined to these, he does his hail
In little morsels break,
Who can against his piercing cold
Secure defenses make?

He sends his word, which melts the ice;
He makes his wind to blow;
And soon the streams, congeal'd before,
In plenteous currents flow.

By him his statutes and decrees
To Jacob's sons were shown;
And still to Israel's chosen seed
His righteous laws are known.

No other nation this can boast,
Nor did he e'er afford
To heathen lands his oracles,
And knowledge of his word.

English.png English text

Praise ye the Lord, for it is good
unto our God to sing;
For it is pleasant, and to praise
it is a comely thing.

The Lord his own Jerusalem
he buildeth up alone,
And the dispersed of Israel
doth gather into one.

He heals the broken in their heart,
their sores up doth he bind;
He counts the number of the stars,
and names them in their kind.

Great is the Lord, great is his pow'r
his wisdom infinite;
The Lord relieves the meek, and throws
to ground the wicked wight.

Sing unto God the Lord with praise,
unto the Lord rejoice,
And to our God upon the harp
advance your singing voice.

He covers heav'n with clouds, and for
the earth prepareth rain,
And on the mountains he doth make
the grass to grow again.

He gives to beasts their food, and to
young ravens when they cry;
His pleasure not in strength of horse,
nor in man's legs doth lie.

But in all those that do him fear
the Lord hath his delight,
And such as do attend upon
his mercy's shining light.

 

O praise the Lord, Jerusalem,
thy God, O Zion, praise;
For he the bars hath forgèd strong
wherewith thy gates he stays;

Thy children in thee he hath blest,
and in thy borders he
Doth settle peace, and with the flour
of wheat he filleth thee:

And his command likewise upon
the earth he sendeth out;
Also his word with speedy course
doth swiftly run about:

He giveth snow like wool, and frost
like ashes scatters wide;
Like morsels casts his ice; the cold
thereof who can abide?

He sendeth forth his mighty word,
and melteth them again;
His wind he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.

The doctrine of his holy word
to Jacob he doth show,
His statutes and his judgments he
gives Israel to know.

With any nation hath he not
so dealt, nor have they known
His secret judgments: ye therefore,
praise ye the Lord alone.

Metrical paraphrases by Isaac Watts, 1719

English.png English text

PART 1 (L. M.)

The Divine nature, providence, and grace

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.

Great is our Lord, and great his might;
And all his glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.

What is the creature's skill or force,
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.

But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.

 PART 2 (L. M.)

Summer and winter

O Britain, praise thy mighty God,
And make his honors known abroad,
He bid the ocean round thee flow;
Not bars of brass could guard thee so.

Thy children are secure and blest;
Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest;
He feeds thy sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.

Thy changing seasons he ordains,
Thine early and thy latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.

With hoary frost he strews the ground;
His hail descends with clatt'ring sound:
Where is the man so vainly bold
That dares defy his dreadful cold?

He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call the Britons to his praise.

To all the isle his laws are shown,
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus revealed his word
To every land: praise ye the Lord.

 ANOTHER PARAPHRASE, vv.7-9, 13-18 (C. M.)

The seasons of the year

With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

He sends his showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the raven's cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honors high.

His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

When from the dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares this God defy
Shall find his courage fail.

He sends his word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

Johann Michael Haydn - Laudate Dominum version

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Latin.png Latin text

Laudate populi universi Dominum
Deo nostro sit jucunda decoraque laudatio.
Ipsa sanat contritos corde,
Et alligat contritiones eorum

Laudate magnum Dominum nostrum
Nam magna virtus ejus
Et sapientiae ejus non est numerus
Regnum tuum, regnum omnium saeculorum,
Et dominatio tua in omni generatione,
Et generationem.

Laudate Dominum justum in omnibus viis suis
Et Sanctum in omnibus operibus suis.
Ipse custodit veritatem,
Veritatem in saeculum facit judicium
Injuriam patientibus,
dat escam esurientibus.
Fiat ...

French.png French translation

Louez le Seigneur peuples de l'univers
Que la louange soit joyeuse et avenante pour notre Dieu.
Il guérit le cœur brisé,
Et panse leurs blessures.

Louez notre Seigneur très-grand,
Pour sa grande puissance
Et sa sagesse est insondable
Ton royaume est un royaume de tous les âges,
Et ta domination subsiste dans toutes les générations.

Louez le Seigneur qui est juste dans toutes ses voies
Et saint dans toutes ses œuvres.
Il garde la vérité
La vérité dans le monde rend le jugement
À ceux qui souffrent de blessures,
Il donne la nourriture aux affamés.
Amen ...
 

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