Psalm 147

1Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; [him] becometh praise. 2The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together; 3He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts; 4Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by [their] names. 5Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable. 6The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground. 7Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp; 8Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains; 9Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry. 10Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the [swiftness of the] legs of man taketh he pleasure. 11The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness. 12Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion. 13For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee; 14He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat; 15He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along! 16He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes; 17He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand? 18He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along. 19He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel. 20He hath not done so unto any nation: and [his] ordinances— these they know not. Hallelujah.