Psalm 147

1 O praise the Lord, for it is good to sing praises to our God:
    and to praise him is joyful and right.
2 The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem:
    he is gathering together the scattered outcasts of Israel.
3 He heals the broken in spirit:
    and binds up their wounds.
4 He counts the number of the stars:
    and calls them all by name.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power:
    there is no measuring his understanding.
6 The Lord restores the humble:
    but he brings down the wicked to the dust.
7 O sing to the Lord a song of thanksgiving:
    sing praises to our God upon the harp.
8 He covers the heavens with cloud, and prepares rain for the earth:
    and makes the grass to sprout upon the mountains.
9 He gives the cattle their food:
    and feeds the young ravens that call to him.
10 He takes no pleasure in the strength of a horse:
    nor does he delight in anyone's legs,
11 But the Lord's delight is in those that fear him:
    who wait in hope for his mercy.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem:
    sing praises to your God, O Zion.
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates:
    and blessed your children within you.
14 He makes peace within your borders:
    and satisfies you with the finest wheat.
15 He sends his command to the earth:
    and his word runs very swiftly.
16 He gives snow like wool:
    and scatters the hoar-frost like ashes.
17 He sprinkles his ice like morsels of bread:
    and the waters harden at his frost.
18 He sends out his word and melts them:
    he blows with his wind and the waters flow.
19 He made his word known to Jacob:
    his statutes and judgements to Israel.
20 He has not dealt so with any other nation:
    nor have they knowledge of his laws. Praise the Lord.