Psalms 147
1Praise 1 For it is good to sing praises unto our God; 1 For it is pleasant, and praise is comely. 1
2Jehovah 1 He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel. 1
3He 1 And bindeth up their wounds. 1
4He 1 He calleth them all by their names. 1
5Great 1 His understanding is infinite. 1
6Jehovah 1 He bringeth the wicked down to the ground. 1
7Sing 1 Sing praises upon the harp unto our God, 1
8Who covereth 1 Who prepareth rain for the earth, 1 Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. 1
9He 1 And to the young ravens which cry. 1
10He 1 He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man. 1
11Jehovah 1 In those that hope in his lovingkindness. 1
12Praise 1 Praise thy God, O Zion. 1
13For 1 He hath blessed thy children within thee. 1
14He 1 He filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. 1
15He 1 His word runneth very swiftly. 1
16He 1 He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. 1
17He 1 Who can stand before his cold? 1
18He 1 He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow. 1
19He 1 His statutes and his ordinances unto Israel. 1
20He 1 And as for his ordinances, they have not known them. 1 Praise ye Jehovah.