Psalms 147

1 Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and lovely to praise Him!

2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem; He gathers the exiles of Israel.

3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

4 He determines the number of the stars; He calls them each by name.

5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit.

6 The LORD sustains the humble, but casts the wicked to the ground.

7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; make music on the harp to our God,

8 who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow on the hills.

9 He provides food for the animals, and for the young ravens when they call.

10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse; He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.

11 The LORD is pleased with those who fear Him, who hope in His loving devotion.

12 Exalt the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion!

13 For He strengthens the bars of your gates and blesses the children within you.

14 He makes peace at your borders; He fills you with the finest wheat.

15 He sends forth His command to the earth; His word runs swiftly.

16 He spreads the snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes;

17 He casts forth His hail like pebbles. Who can withstand His icy blast?

18 He sends forth His word and melts them; He unleashes His winds, and the waters flow.

19 He declares His word to Jacob, His statutes and judgments to Israel.

20 He has done this for no other nation; they do not know His judgments. Hallelujah!

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.

1 Praise ye the LORD: for to praise our God is a precious thing: such praise is sweet and beautiful.

2 The LORD buildeth Jerusalem, and gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

3 He healeth the brokenhearted, and bindeth up their sorrows.

4 He numbereth the stars, and calleth them all by name.

5 Our Lord is great, and of mighty power: and how he ruleth is incomprehensible.

6 The LORD judgeth the wretched, and castteth down the wicked.

7 Sing ye one to another with thanksgiving unto the LORD, and praise our God with harps,

8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, and giveth rain upon the earth; who maketh grass to grow upon mountains;

9 Who giveth his food to the cattle, to the young ravens that call upon him.

10 He hath no pleasure in the strength of the horse, nor in the legs of any man.

11 The LORD is pleased with them that fear him, that hope in his goodness.

12 Praise, O Jerusalem, the LORD; praise, O Zion, thy God.

13 For he maketh strong the bars of thy gates, and blesseth thy children within.

14 He maketh peace within thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the best of wheat.

15 He sendeth forth his speech upon earth; his word runneth swiftly.

16 He giveth snow like wool, he scattereth hoar-frost like ashes.

17 He casteth out his locks like morsels: who can abide from his frost?

18 He speaketh, and it melteth: he maketh his wind to blow, and it thaweth.

19 He shewed his word unto Jacob, and his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

20 He hath not done so unto any heathen, neither hath he made them know his statutes. Hallelujah!