Psalms 147

1Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.

2The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.

3He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.

4He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.

5Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.

6The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.

7Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,

8Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:

9Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.

10He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.

11But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.

12Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.

13For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.

14He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.

15He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.

16He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.

17He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?

18He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.

19He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.

20He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.

Copyright information for Gen