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Psalm 147

¹Praise ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
²The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
³He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
⁴He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
⁵Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
⁶The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
⁷Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
⁸Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
⁹He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
¹⁰He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
¹¹The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
²⁰He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the Lord.