Psalm 147
O praise the Lord,
for it is good to sing praises to our God
: and to praise him is joyful and right.
The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem
: he is gathering together the scattered outcasts of Israel.
He heals the broken in spirit
: and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars
: and calls them all by name.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power
: there is no measuring his understanding.
The Lord restores the humble
: but he brings down the wicked to the dust.
O sing to the Lord a song of thanksgiving
: sing praises to our God upon the harp.
He covers the heavens with cloud,
and prepares rain for the earth
: and makes the grass to sprout upon the mountains.
He gives the cattle their food
: and feeds the young ravens that call to him.
He takes no pleasure in the strength of a horse
: nor does he delight in any man’s legs,
But the Lord’s delight is in those that fear him
: who wait in hope for his mercy.
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem
: sing praises to your God, O Zion.
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates
: and blessed your children within you.
He makes peace within your borders
: and satisfies you with the finest wheat.
He sends his command to the earth
: and his word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool
: and scatters the hoar-frost like ashes.
He sprinkles his ice like morsels of bread
: and the waters harden at his frost.
He sends out his word and melts them
: he blows with his wind and the waters flow.
He made his word known to Jacob
: his statutes and judgements to Israel.
He has not dealt so with any other nation
: nor have they knowledge of his laws.
Praise the Lord.