Psalms 147

Alleluia, A Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord! For singing psalms is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God. The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and He will gather together the dispersed of Israel. He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds. He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by name. Great is our Lord, and great is His strength; and His understanding is infinite. The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground. Begin the song with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God; who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, and green herb for the service of men; and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon Him. 10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is He well-pleased with the legs of a man. 11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear Him, and in all that hope in His mercy. 12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion. 13 For He has strengthened the bars of your gates; He has blessed your children within you. 14 He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat. 15 He sends His oracle to the earth; His word will run swiftly. 16 He gives snow like wool; He scatters the mist like ashes. 17 Casting forth His ice like morsels; who shall stand before His cold? 18 He shall send out His word, and melt them; He shall blow with His wind, and the waters shall flow. 19 He sends His word to Jacob, His ordinances and judgments to Israel. 20 He has not done so to any other nation; and He has not shown them His judgments.
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