Psalm 147

1 praise ye the lord for it is good to sing praises unto our god; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely 2 the lord doth build up jerusalem he gathereth together the outcasts of israel 3 he healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds 4 he telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names 5 great is our lord, and of great power his understanding is infinite 6 the lord lifteth up the meek he casteth the wicked down to the ground 7 sing unto the lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our god 8 who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains 9 he giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry 10 he delighteth not in the strength of the horse he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man 11 the lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy 12 praise the lord, o jerusalem; praise thy god, o zion 13 for he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee 14 he maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat 15 he sendeth forth his commandment upon earth his word runneth very swiftly 16 he giveth snow like wool he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes 17 he casteth forth his ice like morsels who can stand before his cold? 18 he sendeth out his word, and melteth them he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow 19 he sheweth his word unto jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto israel 20 he hath not dealt so with any nation and as for his judgments, they have not known them praise ye the lord