Psalm 147

¹Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.

²The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.

³He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.

⁴He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.

⁵Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.

⁶The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.

⁷Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,

⁸Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:

⁹Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.

¹⁰He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.

¹¹But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.

¹²Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.

¹³For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.

¹⁴He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.

¹⁵He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.

¹⁶He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.

¹⁷He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?

¹⁸He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.

¹⁹He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.

²⁰He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.