Psalms 147
1 Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise you the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
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; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
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; ]]
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with 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 them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Sion.
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 Casting [forth] his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow [with] his wind, and the waters shall flow.
He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgements to Israel.
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
20 He has not done so to any [other] nation; and he has not shown them his judgements.
He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
