Psalm 147

Praise the Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God; indeed, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.

The Lord builds up Jerusalem, and gathers together the outcasts of Israel.

He heals those who are broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars, and calls them all by their names.

Great is our Lord, and great is his power; indeed, his wisdom is infinite.

The Lord lifts up the meek, and brings the ungodly down to the ground.

O sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises with the harp unto our God,

Who covers the heavens with clouds, and prepares rain for the earth, and makes the grass to grow upon the mountains, and plants for the use of men,

Who gives food to the cattle and feeds the young ravens that call upon him.

He has no pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither does he delight in any man’s strength.

But the Lord’s delight is in those who fear him and put their trust in his mercy.

Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.

For he has made strong the bars of your gates and has blessed your children within you.

He makes peace in your borders and fills you with the finest of wheat.

He sends forth his commandment upon the earth, and his word runs very swiftly.

He gives snow like wool and scatters the white frost like ashes.

He casts forth his ice like crumbs; who is able to abide his frost?

He sends out his word and melts them; he blows with his wind, and the waters flow.

He declares his word unto Jacob, his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.

He has not dealt so with other nations; neither have they knowledge of his laws. Praise the Lord.