Psalm 147

1  aPraise ye the Lord:

For bit is good to sing praises unto our God;

cFor it is pleasant; and dpraise is comely.

2  eThe Lord doth build up Jerusalem:

He fgathereth together gthe outcasts of Israel.

3  hHe healeth ithe broken in heart,

And kbindeth up their †wounds.

4  lHe telleth the number of the stars;

mHe calleth them all by their names.

5  uGreat is our Lord, and oof great power:

†pHis understanding is infinite.

6  qThe Lord rlifteth up the meek:

He casteth the wicked down to the ground.

7  sSing unto the Lord with thanksgiving;

Sing praise upon the tharp unto our God:

8  Who covereth the heaven with clouds,

uWho prepareth rain for the earth,

vWho maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

9  wHe giveth to the beast his food,

And xto the young ravens which cry.

10  He delighteth not in the strength of ythe horse:

He taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.

11  zThe Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him,

aIn those that hope in his mercy.

12  Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem;

Praise thy God, O Zion.

13  For he hath strengthened bthe bars of thy gates;

He hath blessed thy children within thee.

14  †cHe maketh peace in thy borders,

And dfilleth thee with the †finest of the wheat.

15  eHe sendeth forth his commandment upon earth:

His word runneth very swiftly.

16  He giveth fsnow like wool:

He gscattereth the hhoarfrost like ashes.

17  He casteth forth his hiice like morsels:

Who can stand before his icold?

18  kHe sendeth out his word, and melteth them:

He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

19  lHe sheweth †his word unto Jacob,

mHis statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

20  nHe hath not dealt so with any nation:

And as for his ojudgments, they have not known them.

pPraise ye the Lord.