Psalms 147
1 Give praise to the Lord; for it is good to make melody to our God; praise is pleasing and beautiful.
Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
2 The Lord is building up Jerusalem; he makes all the outlaws of Israel come together.
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 He makes the broken-hearted well, and puts oil on their wounds.
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 He sees the number of the stars; he gives them all their names.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Great is our Lord, and great his power; there is no limit to his wisdom.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 The Lord gives help to the poor in spirit; but he sends sinners down in shame.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Make songs of praise to the Lord; make melody to our God with instruments of music.
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
8 By his hand the heaven is covered with clouds and rain is stored up for the earth; he makes the grass tall on the mountains.
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 He gives food to every beast, and to the young ravens in answer to their cry.
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 He has no delight in the strength of a horse; he takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
11 The Lord takes pleasure in his worshippers, and in those whose hope is in his mercy.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Give praise to the Lord, O Jerusalem; give praise to your God, O Zion.
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 He has made strong the iron bands of your doors; he has sent blessings on your children inside your walls.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 He gives peace in all your land, making your stores full of fat grain.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 He sends out his orders to the earth; his word goes out quickly.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 He gives snow like wool; he sends out ice-drops like dust.
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 He sends down ice like raindrops: water is made hard by his cold.
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
18 At the outgoing of his word, the ice is turned to water; when he sends out his wind, there is a flowing of waters.
He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
19 He makes his word clear to Jacob, teaching Israel his laws and his decisions.
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
20 He has not done these things for any other nation: and as for his laws, they have no knowledge of them. Let the Lord be praised.
He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
