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Psalm 147:1–10

He Heals the Brokenhearted

147 iPraise the Lord!

For jit is good to sing praises to our God;

for kit is pleasant,1 and la song of praise is fitting.

The Lord mbuilds up Jerusalem;

he ngathers the outcasts of Israel.

He heals othe brokenhearted

and pbinds up their wounds.

He qdetermines the number of the stars;

he rgives to all of them their names.

sGreat is our Lord, and tabundant in power;

uhis understanding is beyond measure.

The Lord vlifts up the humble;2

he casts the wicked to the ground.

wSing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

make melody to our God on xthe lyre!

He covers the heavens with clouds;

he prepares yrain for the earth;

he makes zgrass grow on the hills.

He agives to the beasts their food,

and to bthe young ravens that cry.

10  His delight is not in cthe strength of the horse,

nor his pleasure in the legs of a man,

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Psalm 147:1–10 — The New International Version (NIV)

Praise the Lord.

How good it is to sing praises to our God,

how pleasant and fitting to praise him!

The Lord builds up Jerusalem;

he gathers the exiles of Israel.

He heals the brokenhearted

and binds up their wounds.

He determines the number of the stars

and calls them each by name.

Great is our Lord and mighty in power;

his understanding has no limit.

The Lord sustains the humble

but casts the wicked to the ground.

Sing to the Lord with grateful praise;

make music to our God on the harp.

He covers the sky with clouds;

he supplies the earth with rain

and makes grass grow on the hills.

He provides food for the cattle

and for the young ravens when they call.

10 His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,

nor his delight in the legs of the warrior;

Psalm 147:1–10 — King James Version (KJV 1900)

Praise ye the Lord:

For it is good to sing praises unto our God;

For it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

The Lord doth build up Jerusalem:

He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

He healeth the broken in heart,

And bindeth up their wounds.

He telleth the number of the stars;

He calleth them all by their names.

Great is our Lord, and of great power:

His understanding is infinite.

The Lord lifteth up the meek:

He casteth the wicked down to the ground.

Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving;

Sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

Who covereth the heaven with clouds,

Who prepareth rain for the earth,

Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

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.

Psalm 147:1–10 — New Living Translation (NLT)

Praise the Lord!

How good to sing praises to our God!

How delightful and how fitting!

The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem

and bringing the exiles back to Israel.

He heals the brokenhearted

and bandages their wounds.

He counts the stars

and calls them all by name.

How great is our Lord! His power is absolute!

His understanding is beyond comprehension!

The Lord supports the humble,

but he brings the wicked down into the dust.

Sing out your thanks to the Lord;

sing praises to our God with a harp.

He covers the heavens with clouds,

provides rain for the earth,

and makes the grass grow in mountain pastures.

He gives food to the wild animals

and feeds the young ravens when they cry.

10 He takes no pleasure in the strength of a horse

or in human might.

Psalm 147:1–10 — The New King James Version (NKJV)

Praise the Lord!

For it is good to sing praises to our God;

For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful.

The Lord builds up Jerusalem;

He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.

He heals the brokenhearted

And binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars;

He calls them all by name.

Great is our Lord, and mighty in power;

His understanding is infinite.

The Lord lifts up the humble;

He casts the wicked down to the ground.

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

Sing praises on the harp to our God,

Who covers the heavens with clouds,

Who prepares rain for the earth,

Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.

He gives to the beast its food,

And to the young ravens that cry.

10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse;

He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.

Psalm 147:1–10 — New Century Version (NCV)

Praise the Lord!

It is good to sing praises to our God;

it is good and pleasant to praise him.

The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem;

he brings back the captured Israelites.

He heals the brokenhearted

and bandages their wounds.

He counts the stars

and names each one.

Our Lord is great and very powerful.

There is no limit to what he knows.

The Lord defends the humble,

but he throws the wicked to the ground.

Sing praises to the Lord;

praise our God with harps.

He fills the sky with clouds

and sends rain to the earth

and makes grass grow on the hills.

He gives food to cattle

and to the little birds that call.

10 He is not impressed with the strength of a horse

or with human might.

Psalm 147:1–10 — American Standard Version (ASV)

Praise ye Jehovah;

For it is good to sing praises unto our God;

For it is pleasant, and praise is comely.

Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem;

He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

He healeth the broken in heart,

And bindeth up their wounds.

He counteth the number of the stars;

He calleth them all by their names.

Great is our Lord, and mighty in power;

His understanding is infinite.

Jehovah upholdeth the meek:

He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.

Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving;

Sing praises 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.

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 no pleasure in the legs of a man.

Psalm 147:1–10 — 1890 Darby Bible (DARBY)

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

Psalm 147:1–10 — GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)

Hallelujah! 

It is good to sing psalms to our God. 

It is pleasant to sing ⸤his⸥ praise beautifully. 

The Lord is the builder of Jerusalem. 

He is the one who gathers the outcasts of Israel together. 

He is the healer of the brokenhearted. 

He is the one who bandages their wounds. 

He determines the number of stars. 

He gives each one a name. 

Our Lord is great, and his power is great. 

There is no limit to his understanding. 

The Lord gives relief to those who are oppressed. 

He brings wicked people down to the ground. 

Sing to the Lord a song of thanksgiving. 

Make music to our God with a lyre. 

He covers the sky with clouds. 

He provides rain for the ground. 

He makes grass grow on the mountains. 

He is the one who gives food to animals 

and to young ravens when they call out. 

10 He finds no joy in strong horses, 

nor is he pleased by brave soldiers. 

Psalm 147:1–10 — The Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

Hallelujah!

How good it is to sing to our God,

for praise is pleasant and lovely.

The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem;

He gathers Israel’s exiled people.

He heals the brokenhearted

and binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars;

He gives names to all of them.

Our Lord is great, vast in power;

His understanding is infinite.

The Lord helps the afflicted

but brings the wicked to the ground.

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

play the lyre to our God,

who covers the sky with clouds,

prepares rain for the earth,

and causes grass to grow on the hills.

He provides the animals with their food,

and the young ravens, what they cry for.

10 He is not impressed by the strength of a horse;

He does not value the power of a man.

Psalm 147:1–10 — The New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

Praise the Lord!

How good it is to sing praises to our God;

for he is gracious, and a song of praise is fitting.

The Lord builds up Jerusalem;

he gathers the outcasts of Israel.

He heals the brokenhearted,

and binds up their wounds.

He determines the number of the stars;

he gives to all of them their names.

Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;

his understanding is beyond measure.

The Lord lifts up the downtrodden;

he casts the wicked to the ground.

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

make melody to our God on the lyre.

He covers the heavens with clouds,

prepares rain for the earth,

makes grass grow on the hills.

He gives to the animals their food,

and to the young ravens when they cry.

10 His delight is not in the strength of the horse,

nor his pleasure in the speed of a runner;

Psalm 147:1–10 — The Lexham English Bible (LEB)

Praise Yah.

For it is good to sing praises to our God;

for it is pleasant; praise is fitting.

Yahweh is building Jerusalem;

he gathers the scattered ones of Israel.

He is the one who heals the brokenhearted,

and binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars;

he gives names to all of them.

Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;

his understanding is unlimited.

Yahweh helps the afflicted up;

he brings the wicked down to the ground.

Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving;

sing praises to our God with lyre,

who covers the heavens with clouds,

who provides rain for the earth,

who causes grass to grow on the mountains.

He gives to the animal its food,

and to the young ravens that cry.

10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse;

he takes no pleasure in the legs of the man.

Psalm 147:1–10 — New International Reader’s Version (1998) (NIrV)

Praise the Lord.

How good it is to sing praises to our God!

How pleasant and right it is to praise him!

The Lord builds up Jerusalem.

He gathers the scattered people of Israel.

He heals those who have broken hearts.

He takes care of their wounds.

He decides how many stars there should be.

He gives each one of them a name.

Great is our Lord. His power is mighty.

There is no limit to his understanding.

The Lord gives strength to those who aren’t proud.

But he throws evil people down to the ground.

Sing to the Lord and give thanks to him.

Make music to our God on the harp.

He covers the sky with clouds.

He supplies the earth with rain.

He makes grass grow on the hills.

He provides food for the cattle.

He provides for the young ravens when they cry out.

10 He doesn’t take pleasure in the strength of horses.

He doesn’t take delight in the strong legs of men.

Psalm 147:1–10 — New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update (NASB95)

Praise the Lord!

For it is good to sing praises to our God;

For it is pleasant and praise is becoming.

The Lord builds up Jerusalem;

He gathers the outcasts of Israel.

He heals the brokenhearted

And binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars;

He gives names to all of them.

Great is our Lord and abundant in strength;

His understanding is infinite.

The Lord supports the afflicted;

He brings down the wicked to the ground.

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

Sing praises to our God on the lyre,

Who covers the heavens with clouds,

Who provides rain for the earth,

Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.

He gives to the beast its food,

And to the young ravens which cry.

10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse;

He does not take pleasure in the legs of a man.


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