Psalms 147

¹Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.

²The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.

³He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.

⁴He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.

⁵Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.

⁶The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.

⁷Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,

⁸Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:

⁹Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.

¹⁰He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.

¹¹But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.

¹²Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.

¹³For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.

¹⁴He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.

¹⁵He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.

¹⁶He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.

¹⁷He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?

¹⁸He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.

¹⁹He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.

²⁰He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.

¹Praise ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

²The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

³He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

⁴He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

⁵Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.

⁶The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.

⁷Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

⁸Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

⁹He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.

¹⁰He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.

¹¹The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

¹²Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.

¹³For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.

¹⁴He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

¹⁵He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

¹⁶He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.

¹⁷He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?

¹⁸He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

¹⁹He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

²⁰He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the Lord.