Psalms
Psalm 147
Praise the LORD; for [it is] good to sing praises to our God; for praise [is] delightful [and] becoming.
The LORD builds up Jerusalem; He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the broken-hearted, and binds up their wounds.
He appoints the number of the stars; He calls them all by [their] names.
Great [is] our LORD, and of great power; [There is] no limit to His understanding.
The LORD lifts up the meek; He throws the wicked down to the ground.
Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise on the harp 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 beasts its food, [and] to the young ravens which cry.
He delights not in the strength of the horse; He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear Him, who hope in His mercy.
Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.
For He has made the bars of your gates strong; He has blessed your sons within you.
He makes peace [in] your borders [and] fills you with the finest of the wheat.
He sends forth His commandment [on] earth; His word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool; He scatters the hoarfrost like ashes.
He casts forth 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 shows 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 the LORD!