147 Praise Yah.a
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant; praise is fitting.
he gathers the scattered ones of Israel.
and binds up their wounds.
he gives names to all of them.
his understanding is unlimited.
he brings the wicked down to the ground.
sing praises to our God with lyre,
who provides rain for the earth,
who causes grass to grow on the mountains.
and to the young ravens that cry.
he takes no pleasure in the legs of the man.
the ones who hopeb for his loyal love.
praise your God, O Zion,
He blesses your children within you;
he satisfies you with the ⌊finest of wheat⌋.c
15 He sends out his commandd to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
he scatters frost like ashes;
Who can stand before his cold?e
he blows his breath, the water flows.
his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
and they do not know his ordinances.
Hebrew hallelujah; here and v. 20
That is, “wait expectantly”
Literally “the fat of the wheat”
With slight alteration of the Hebrew, the line might read “before his cold water stands”