Psalms 147:1-17

¹Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; him becometh praise.

²The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together;

³He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts;

⁴Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by their names.

⁵Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable.

⁶The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground.

⁷Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp;

⁸Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains;

⁹Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry.

¹⁰Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the swiftness of the legs of man taketh he pleasure.

¹¹The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness.

¹²Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion.

¹³For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee;

¹⁴He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat;

¹⁵He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along!

¹⁶He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes;

¹⁷He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand?