Psalms 147:3-20

³He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

⁴He counts the numberless stars, he gives names to them all.

⁵Great is our Lord, rich in power, and measureless is his wisdom.

⁶The Lord lifts up the down-trodden, the wicked he brings to the ground.

⁷Sing songs of thanks to the Lord, and play on the lyre to our God.

⁸For he covers the sky with clouds, he prepares rain for the earth, makes grass to grow on the mountains.

⁹He gives the cattle their food the young ravens when they cry.

¹⁰His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, his joy is not in the speed of a runner;

¹¹but the Lord has his pleasure in those who fear him, in those who wait for his kindness.

¹²Praise the Lord, then, O Jerusalem: sing praise to your God, O Zion.

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

¹⁴He brings peace to your borders, and choicest of wheat in abundance.

¹⁵He sends his command to the earth: his word runs very swiftly.

¹⁶Snow he gives like wool, frost he scatters like ashes.

¹⁷He casts forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?

¹⁸He sends forth his word, and melts them: his wind blows the waters flow.

¹⁹He declares his word to Jacob, his statutes and judgements to Israel.

²⁰No other nation did he do this for, they know nothing of his judgements. Hallelujah.