Psalm 147 [MT 147:12-20]

Commentary from 7 fathers

1

[Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aegis and Zacharias.] Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Sion.

᾿Αλληλούϊα· ᾿Αγγαίου καὶ Ζαχαρίου. - ΕΠΑΙΝΕΙ, ῾Ιερουσαλήμ, τὸν Κύριον, αἴνει τὸν Θεόν σου, Σιών,

Похвалѝ, і҆ерⷭ҇ли́ме, гдⷭ҇а, хвалѝ бг҃а твоего̀, сїѡ́не:

2

For he has strengthened the bars of thy gates; he has blessed thy children within thee.

ὅτι ἐνίσχυσε τοὺς μοχλοὺς τῶν πυλῶν σου, εὐλόγησε τοὺς υἱούς σου ἐν σοί·

ꙗ҆́кѡ ᲂу҆крѣпѝ верєѝ вра́тъ твои́хъ, блгⷭ҇вѝ сы́ны твоѧ̑ въ тебѣ̀.

3

He makes thy borders peaceful, and fills thee with the flour of wheat.

ὁ τιθεὶς τὰ ὅριά σου εἰρήνην καὶ στέαρ πυροῦ ἐμπιπλῶν σε·

Полага́ѧй предѣ́лы твоѧ̑ ми́ръ, и҆ тꙋ́ка пшени́чна насыща́ѧй тѧ̀:

4

He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.

ὁ ἀποστέλλων τὸ λόγιον αὐτοῦ τῇ γῇ, ἕως τάχους δραμεῖται ὁ λόγος αὐτοῦ·

посыла́ѧй сло́во своѐ землѝ, до ско́рости тече́тъ сло́во є҆гѡ̀,

5

He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.

διδόντος χιόνα αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ ἔριον, ὁμίχλην ὡσεὶ σποδὸν πάσσοντος·

даю́щагѡ снѣ́гъ сво́й ꙗ҆́кѡ во́лнꙋ, мглꙋ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ пе́пелъ посыпа́ющагѡ,

6

Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?

βάλλοντος κρύσταλλον αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ ψωμούς, κατὰ πρόσωπον ψύχους αὐτοῦ τίς ὑποστήσεται;

мета́ющагѡ го́лоть сво́й ꙗ҆́кѡ хлѣ́бы: проти́вꙋ лица̀ мра́за є҆гѡ̀ кто̀ постои́тъ;

7

He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.

ἐξαποστελεῖ τὸν λόγον αὐτοῦ καὶ τήξει αὐτά· πνεύσει τὸ πνεῦμα αὐτοῦ καὶ ῥυήσεται ὕδατα.

По́слетъ сло́во своѐ, и҆ и҆ста́етъ ѧ҆̀: дхне́тъ дꙋ́хъ є҆гѡ̀, и҆ потекꙋ́тъ во́ды.

8

He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgments to Israel.

ὁ ἀπαγγέλλων τὸν λόγον αὐτοῦ τῷ ᾿Ιακώβ, δικαιώματα καὶ κρίματα αὐτοῦ τῷ ᾿Ισραήλ.

Возвѣща́ѧй сло́во своѐ і҆а́кѡвꙋ, ѡ҆правда̑нїѧ и҆ сꙋдьбы̑ своѧ̑ і҆и҃леви:

9

He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shewn them his judgments.

οὐκ ἐποίησεν οὕτως παντὶ ἔθνει καὶ τὰ κρίματα αὐτοῦ οὐκ ἐδήλωσεν αὐτοῖς.

не сотворѝ та́кѡ всѧ́комꙋ ꙗ҆зы́кꙋ, и҆ сꙋдьбы̑ своѧ̑ не ꙗ҆вѝ и҆̀мъ.