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 ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
