< Psalms 147 >

1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
Praise JAH, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
YHWH builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
YHWH upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
Sing to YHWH with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
YHWH takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
Praise YHWH, Jerusalem. Praise your God, Zion.
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you.
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
He shows his word to Jacob; his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
He has not done this for just any nation. They do not know his ordinances. Praise JAH.

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