< Psalms 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 calleth them all by their names.

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

[6] The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.

[7] Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise 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 not 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, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

[15] He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

[16] He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost 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.