Psalm 147

¹Praise the Lord!

How good it is to sing praises to our God;

for he is gracious, and a song of praise is fitting.

²The Lord builds up Jerusalem;

he gathers the outcasts of Israel.

³He heals the brokenhearted,

and binds up their wounds.

⁴He determines the number of the stars;

he gives to all of them their names.

⁵Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;

his understanding is beyond measure.

⁶The Lord lifts up the downtrodden;

he casts the wicked to the ground.

⁷Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;

make melody to our God on the lyre.

⁸He covers the heavens with clouds,

prepares rain for the earth,

makes grass grow on the hills.

⁹He gives to the animals their food,

and to the young ravens when they cry.

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

nor his pleasure in the speed of a runner;

¹¹but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him,

in those who hope in his steadfast love.

¹²Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem!

Praise your God, O Zion!

¹³For he strengthens the bars of your gates;

he blesses your children within you.

¹⁴He grants peace within your borders;

he fills you with the finest of wheat.

¹⁵He sends out his command to the earth;

his word runs swiftly.

¹⁶He gives snow like wool;

he scatters frost like ashes.

¹⁷He hurls down hail like crumbs—

who can stand before his cold?

¹⁸He sends out his word, and melts them;

he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.

¹⁹He declares his word to Jacob,

his statutes and ordinances to Israel.

²⁰He has not dealt thus with any other nation;

they do not know his ordinances.

Praise the Lord!