The Book of Psalms
Psalm 147
Praise Jehovah; for [it is] good to sing praise to our God; because praise [is] delightful [and] becoming.
Jehovah builds up Jerusalem; He gathers the outcasts of Israel.
[He] heals the broken-hearted and binds up their sorrows.
He appoints the number of the stars; He calls to them all by names.
Our Lord [is] great and of great might; [there is] no limit to His understanding.
Jehovah relieves the meek; He throws the wicked down to the ground.
Sing to Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing praise on the lyre to our God,
who covers the heavens with clouds; who prepares rain for the earth; who makes grass to grow [on] the mountains.
[He] gives the animals their food, to the young ravens that cry.
He takes no delight in the strength of the horse, nor any pleasure in the legs of a man.
Jehovah takes pleasure in those who fear Him, those who hope in His mercy.
Praise Jehovah, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.
For He has made strong the bars of your gates; He has blessed your sons within you.
He makes peace [in] your border, He satisfies you [with] the fat of the wheat.
He sends His command out [on] the earth; His word runs very swiftly;
He gives snow like wool; He scatters the white frost like ashes;
He casts out His ice like crumbs; who can stand before His cold?
He sends out His word and melts them; He causes His wind to blow, [and] the waters flow.
He declares His word to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.
He has not done so with any nation; and they have not known [His] judgments. Praise Jehovah!