Psalm 147

¹Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.

²The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.

³Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.

⁴Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.

⁵Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.

⁶The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.

⁷Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.

⁸Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.

⁹Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.

¹⁰He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.

¹¹The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.

¹Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.

²Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.

³Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.

⁴Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.

⁵Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.

⁶He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?

⁷He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.

⁸Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.

⁹He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.