Psalm 147

¹ Praise ye Jehovah; For it is good to sing praises unto our God; For it is pleasant, and praise is comely.

² Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem; He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

³ He healeth the broken in heart, And bindeth up their wounds.

⁴ He counteth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by their names.

⁵ Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.

⁶ Jehovah upholdeth the meek: He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.

⁷ Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; Sing praises upon the harp unto our God,

⁸ Who covereth the heavens with clouds, Who prepareth rain for the earth, Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

⁹ He giveth to the beast his food, And to the young ravens which cry.

¹⁰ He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.

¹¹ Jehovah taketh pleasure in them that fear him, In those that hope in his lovingkindness.

¹² Praise Jehovah, O Jerusalem; Praise thy God, O Zion.

¹³ For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.

¹⁴ He maketh peace in thy borders; He filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

¹⁵ He sendeth out his commandment upon earth; His word runneth very swiftly.

¹⁶ He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.

¹⁷ He casteth forth his ice like morsels: Who can stand before his cold?

¹⁸ He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

¹⁹ He showeth his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.

²⁰ He hath not dealt so with any nation; And as for his ordinances, they have not known them. Praise ye Jehovah.