Psalm CXLVII.

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.