Psalms 147
1Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; [him] becometh praise.
2The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together;
3He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts;
4Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by [their] names.
5Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable.
6The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground.
7Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp;
8Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains;
9Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry.
10Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the [swiftness of the] legs of man taketh he pleasure.
11The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness.
12Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion.
13For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee;
14He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat;
15He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along!
16He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes;
17He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand?
18He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along.
19He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.
20He hath not done so unto any nation: and [his] ordinances— these they know not. Hallelujah.