Psalms 147
1 Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and lovely to praise Him!
Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem; He gathers the exiles of Israel.
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 He determines the number of the stars; He calls them each by name.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 The LORD sustains the humble, but casts the wicked to the ground.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; make music on the harp to our God,
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
8 who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow on the hills.
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 He provides food for the animals, and for the young ravens when they call.
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse; He takes no pleasure in the legpower of the man.
Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
11 The LORD is pleased with those who fear Him, who hope in His loving devotion.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Exalt the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion!
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 For He strengthens the bars of your gates and blesses the children within you.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 He makes peace at your borders; He fills you with the finest wheat.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 He sends forth His command to the earth; His word runs swiftly.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 He spreads the snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes;
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 He casts forth His hail like pebbles. Who can withstand His icy blast?
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
18 He sends forth His word and melts them; He unleashes His winds, and the waters flow.
He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
19 He declares His word to Jacob, His statutes and judgments to Israel.
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
20 He has done this for no other nation; they do not know His judgments. Hallelujah!
He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
