Psalms 147

Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; him becometh praise. The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together; He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts; Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by their names. Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable. The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground. Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp; Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains; Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry. 10 Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the swiftness of the legs of man taketh he pleasure. 11 The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness. 12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion. 13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee; 14 He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat; 15 He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along! 16 He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes; 17 He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand? 18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along. 19 He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel. 20 He hath not done so unto any nation: and his ordinances— these they know not. Hallelujah.
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