Psalm 147

Psalm 147

Praise the Lord.

How good it is to sing praises to our God,

how pleasant^a and fitting to praise him!^b

The Lord builds up Jerusalem;^c

he gathers the exiles^d of Israel.

He heals the brokenhearted^e

and binds up their wounds.^f

He determines the number of the stars^g

and calls them each by name.

Great is our Lord^h and mighty in power;ⁱ

his understanding has no limit.^j

The Lord sustains the humble^k

but casts the wicked^l to the ground.

Sing to the Lord^m with grateful praise;ⁿ

make music^o to our God on the harp.^p

He covers the sky with clouds;^q

he supplies the earth with rain^r

and makes grass grow^s on the hills.

He provides food^t for the cattle

and for the young ravens^u when they call.

His pleasure is not in the strength^v of the horse,^w

nor his delight in the power of human legs;

the Lord delights^x in those who fear him,^y

who put their hope^z in his unfailing love.^a

Extol the Lord, Jerusalem;^b

praise your God, Zion.

He strengthens the bars of your gates^c

and blesses your people^d within you.

He grants peace^e to your borders

and satisfies you^f with the finest of wheat.^g

He sends his command^h to the earth;

his word runsⁱ swiftly.

He spreads the snow^j like wool

and scatters the frost^k like ashes.

He hurls down his hail^l like pebbles.

Who can withstand his icy blast?

He sends his word^m and melts them;

he stirs up his breezes,ⁿ and the waters flow.

He has revealed his word^o to Jacob,^p

his laws and decrees^q to Israel.

He has done this for no other nation;^r

they do not know^s his laws.

Praise the Lord.^t