Psalms 147

Praise ye Jah! for it is good. Sing psalms of our God; for it is pleasant: praise is comely.

Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth the outcasts of Israel.

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

He counteth the number of the stars; he giveth names to them all.

Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.

Jehovah lifteth up the meek; he abaseth the wicked to the earth.

Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing psalms upon the harp unto our God:

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

Who giveth to the cattle their food, to the young ravens which cry.

He delighteth not in the strength of the horse, he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man;

Jehovah taketh pleasure in those that fear him, in those that hope in his loving-kindness.

Laud Jehovah, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.

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

He maketh peace in thy borders; he satisfieth thee with the finest of the wheat.

He sendeth forth his oracles to the earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

He giveth snow like wool, scattereth the hoar frost like ashes;

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

He sendeth his word, and melteth them; he causeth his wind to blow—the waters flow.

He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

He hath not dealt thus with any nation; and as for [his] judgments, they have not known them. Hallelujah!