Psalm 147

Psalm 147

¹Praise ye Jah! for it is good. Sing psalms of our God; for it is pleasant: praise is comely. ²Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth the outcasts of Israel. ³He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. ⁴He counteth the number of the stars; he giveth names to them all. ⁵Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. ⁶Jehovah lifteth up the meek; he abaseth the wicked to the earth. ⁷Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing psalms upon the harp unto our God: ⁸Who covereth the heavens with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains; ⁹Who giveth to the cattle their food, to the young ravens which cry. ¹⁰He delighteth not in the strength of the horse, he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man; ¹¹Jehovah taketh pleasure in those that fear him, in those that hope in his loving-kindness.

¹²Laud Jehovah, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion. ¹³For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee; ¹⁴He maketh peace in thy borders; he satisfieth thee with the finest of the wheat. ¹⁵He sendeth forth his oracles to the earth: his word runneth very swiftly. ¹⁶He giveth snow like wool, scattereth the hoar frost like ashes; ¹⁷He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? ¹⁸He sendeth his word, and melteth them; he causeth his wind to blow—the waters flow. ¹⁹He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel. ²⁰He hath not dealt thus with any nation; and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Hallelujah!