Psalm 147

 ¹Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

 ²The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

 ³He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

 ⁴He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

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

 ⁶The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.

 ⁷Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

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

 ⁹He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.

 ¹⁰He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.

 ¹¹The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

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

 ¹³For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.

 ¹⁴He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

 ¹⁵He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

 ¹⁶He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.

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

 ¹⁸He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

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

 ²⁰He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.