Psalms 147
1 Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise ye the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
Give praise to the Lord; for it is good to make melody to our God; praise is pleasing and beautiful.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
The Lord is building up Jerusalem; he makes all the outlaws of Israel come together.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
He makes the broken-hearted well, and puts oil on their wounds.
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
He sees the number of the stars; he gives them all their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
Great is our Lord, and great his power; there is no limit to his wisdom.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
The Lord gives help to the poor in spirit; but he sends sinners down in shame.
7 Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
Make songs of praise to the Lord; make melody to our God with instruments of music.
8 who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [[and green herb for the service of men; ]]
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.
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
He gives food to every beast, and to the young ravens in answer to their cry.
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.
He has no delight in the strength of a horse; he takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
The Lord takes pleasure in his worshippers, and in those whose hope is in his mercy.
12 Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Sion.
Give praise to the Lord, O Jerusalem; give praise to your God, O Zion.
13 For he has strengthened the bars of thy gates; he has blessed thy children within thee.
He has made strong the iron bands of your doors; he has sent blessings on your children inside your walls.
14 He makes thy borders peaceful, and fills thee with the flour of wheat.
He gives peace in all your land, making your stores full of fat grain.
15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
He sends out his orders to the earth; his word goes out quickly.
16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
He gives snow like wool; he sends out ice-drops like dust.
17 Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
He sends down ice like raindrops: water is made hard by his cold.
18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
At the outgoing of his word, the ice is turned to water; when he sends out his wind, there is a flowing of waters.
19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgments to Israel.
He makes his word clear to Jacob, teaching Israel his laws and his decisions.
20 He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shewn them his judgments.
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.
