Psalm 147

¹Praise the Lord.

How good it is to sing praises to our God,

how pleasant and fitting to praise him!

²The Lord builds up Jerusalem;

he gathers the exiles of Israel.

³He heals the brokenhearted

and binds up their wounds.

⁴He determines the number of the stars

and calls them each by name.

⁵Great is our Lord and mighty in power;

his understanding has no limit.

⁶The Lord sustains the humble

but casts the wicked to the ground.

⁷Sing to the Lord with grateful praise;

make music to our God on the harp.

⁸He covers the sky with clouds;

he supplies the earth with rain

and makes grass grow on the hills.

⁹He provides food for the cattle

and for the young ravens when they call.

¹⁰His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,

nor his delight in the legs of the warrior;

¹¹the Lord delights in those who fear him,

who put their hope in his unfailing love.

¹²Extol the Lord, Jerusalem;

praise your God, Zion.

¹³He strengthens the bars of your gates

and blesses your people within you.

¹⁴He grants peace to your borders

and satisfies you with the finest of wheat.

¹⁵He sends his command to the earth;

his word runs swiftly.

¹⁶He spreads the snow like wool

and scatters the frost like ashes.

¹⁷He hurls down his hail like pebbles.

Who can withstand his icy blast?

¹⁸He sends his word and melts them;

he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.

¹⁹He has revealed his word to Jacob,

his laws and decrees to Israel.

²⁰He has done this for no other nation;

they do not know his laws.

Praise the Lord.