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 mans legs,
But the Lords 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.