Psalms 147

¹Praise the LORD, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him. ²The LORD builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel. ³He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds. ⁴He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names. ⁵Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite. ⁶The LORD upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground. ⁷Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God, ⁸who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains. ⁹He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call. ¹⁰He doesn’t delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man. ¹¹The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness. ¹²Praise the LORD, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion! ¹³For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you. ¹⁴He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat. ¹⁵He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly. ¹⁶He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes. ¹⁷He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold? ¹⁸He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow. ¹⁹He shows his word to Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances to Israel. ²⁰He has not done this for just any nation. They don’t know his ordinances. Praise the LORD!