Psalms 147
1Alleluia, A Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise the Lord! For singing psalms is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God. 2The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and He will gather together the dispersed of Israel. 3He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds. 4He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by name. 5Great is our Lord, and great is His strength; and His understanding is infinite. 6The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground. 7Begin the song with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God; 8who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, and green herb for the service of men; 9and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon Him. 10He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is He well-pleased with the legs of a man. 11The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear Him, and in all that hope in His mercy. 12Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion. 13For He has strengthened the bars of your gates; He has blessed your children within you. 14He makes your borders peaceful, and fills you with the flour of wheat. 15He sends His oracle to the earth; His word will run swiftly. 16He gives snow like wool; He scatters the mist like ashes. 17Casting forth His ice like morsels; who shall stand before His cold? 18He shall send out His word, and melt them; He shall blow with His wind, and the waters shall flow. 19He sends His word to Jacob, His ordinances and judgments to Israel. 20He has not done so to any other nation; and He has not shown them His judgments.
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