Psalm 147
Laudate Dominum
1 O PRAISE the Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God * yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
2 The Lord doth build up Jerusalem * and gather together the out-casts of Israel.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart * and giveth medicine to heal their sickness.
4 He telleth the number of the stars * and calleth them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power * yea, and his wisdom is infinite.
6 The Lord setteth up the meek * and bringeth the ungodly down to the ground.
7 O sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving * sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth * and maketh the grass to grow upon the mountains, and herb for the use of men;
9 Who giveth fodder unto the cattle * and feedeth the young ravens that call upon him.
10 He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse * neither delighteth he in any man's legs.
11 But the Lord's delight is in them that fear him * and put their trust in his mercy.
12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem * praise thy God, O Sion.
13 For he hath made fast the bars of thy gates * and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 He maketh peace in thy borders * and filleth thee with the flour of wheat.
15 He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth * and his word runneth very swiftly.
16 He giveth snow like wool * and scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels * who is able to abide his frost?
18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them * he bloweth with his wind, and the waters flow.
19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob * his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation * neither have the heathen knowledge of his laws.