A Song of Praise
1 How good it is to give thanks to you, O Lord,
to sing in your honor, O Most High God,
2 to proclaim your constant love every morning
and your faithfulness every night,
3 with the music of stringed instruments
and with melody on the harp.
4 Your mighty deeds, O Lord, make me glad;
because of what you have done, I sing for joy.
5 How great are your actions, Lord!
How deep are your thoughts!
6 This is something a fool cannot know;
someone who is stupid cannot understand:
7 the wicked may grow like weeds,
those who do wrong may prosper;
yet they will be totally destroyed,
8 because you, Lord, are supreme forever.
9 We know that your enemies will die,
and all the wicked will be defeated.
10 You have made me as strong as a wild ox;
you have blessed me with happiness.
11 I have seen the defeat of my enemies
and heard the cries of the wicked.
12 The righteous will flourish like palm trees;
they will grow like the cedars of Lebanon.
13 They are like trees planted in the house of the Lord,
that flourish in the Temple of our God,
14 that still bear fruit in old age
and are always green and strong.
15 This shows that the Lord is just,
that there is no wrong in my protector.
Slava Dievam par Viņa darbiem.
1 Dziesma. Svētdienas dziesma.
2 Laba lieta ir tam Kungam pateikties un dziedāt Tavam vārdam, Tu Visuaugstākais,
3 Paust rītos Tavu žēlastību un naktīs Tavu uzticību
4 Ar desmitstīgu kokli un arpu, ar citaras maigajām skaņām.
5 Jo Tu, Kungs, mani esi iepriecinājis ar savu darbu, es gavilēju par to, ko Tava roka dara.
6 Cik lieli ir Tavi darbi, ak Kungs, cik ļoti dziļas Tavas domas!
7 Tik nejēga to nesaprot, un nelga to neņem vērā!
8 Ja bezdievji zaļo kā zāle un visi ļaundari zied, tad tomēr viņi tiks izdeldēti uz mūžu mūžiem.
9 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi tas augstākais mūžīgi!
10 Jo patiesi Tavi ienaidnieki, Kungs, tiešām Tavi ienaidnieki iet bojā, visi ļaundari tiek izkliedēti.
11 Bet Tu paaugstini manu ragu kā meža vērša ragu; Tu mani svaidi ar svaigu eļļu.
12 Mana acs raugās priecīgi uz maniem ienaidniekiem, un manas ausis iepriecinās vēsts par to ļauno ļaužu likteni, kas pret mani saceļas.
13 Taisnais zaļo kā palma, aug kā Libanoņa ciedrs;
14 Dēstīti tā Kunga namā, viņi zaļo mūsu Dieva pagalmos.
15 Vēl vecumā viņi nes augļus, ir sulīgi un zaļi,
16 Lai paustu, ka tas Kungs ir taisns, mana patvēruma klints, un tajā nav netaisnības.
