Psalm 147

¹ Praise ye the LORD; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant, and praise is comely.

² The LORD 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 telleth the number of the stars; he giveth them all their names.

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

⁶ The LORD upholdeth the meek: he bringeth the wicked down to the ground.

⁷ Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praises upon the harp unto our God:

⁸ Who covereth the heaven 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 The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

¹² Praise the LORD, 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 sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

²⁰ He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.