Psalms 147

1Praise ye Jah! for it is good. Sing psalms of our God; for it is pleasant: praise is comely. 2Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth the outcasts of Israel. 3He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. 4He counteth the number of the stars; he giveth names to them all. 5Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. 6Jehovah lifteth up the meek; he abaseth the wicked to the earth. 7Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing psalms upon the harp unto our God: 8Who covereth the heavens with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains; 9Who giveth to the cattle their food, 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; 11Jehovah taketh pleasure in those that fear him, in those that hope in his loving-kindness.

12Laud Jehovah, 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; he satisfieth thee with the finest of the wheat. 15He sendeth forth his oracles to the earth: his word runneth very swiftly. 16He giveth snow like wool, scattereth the hoar frost like ashes; 17He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? 18He sendeth his word, and melteth them; he causeth his wind to blow--the waters flow. 19He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel. 20He hath not dealt thus with any nation; and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Hallelujah!

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