Psalm 147:7–10

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

make melody to our God on the lyre!

He covers the heavens with clouds;

he prepares rain for the earth;

he makes grass grow on the hills.

He gives to the beasts their food,

and to the young ravens that cry.

His delight is not in the strength of the horse,

nor his pleasure in the legs of a man,

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.

His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,

nor his delight in the legs of the warrior;

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.

He is not impressed by the strength of a horse;

he does not value the power of a warrior.

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.

He takes no pleasure in the strength of a horse

or in human might.

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.

He delighteth not in the strength of the horse:

He taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.