Psalms 147
1Praise ye the LORD: for [it is] good to sing praises to our God; for [it is] pleasant; [and] praise is comely. 2The LORD buildeth 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 to the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp to 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. 12Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion. 13For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee. 14He maketh peace [in] thy borders, [and] filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. 15He sendeth forth his commandment [upon] earth: his word runneth very swiftly. 16He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. 17He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? 18He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, [and] the waters flow. 19He showeth his word to Jacob, his statutes and his judgments to Israel. 20He hath not dealt so with any nation: and [as for his] judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.
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