Psalms - Chapter 147 - A Conservative Version
- Praise ye LORD, for it is good to sing praises to our God. For it is pleasant, [and] praise is comely.
- LORD builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
- He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
- He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by names.
- Great is our LORD, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
- LORD upholds the meek. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
- Sing to LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises upon the harp to our God,
- who covers the heavens with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow upon the mountains.
- He gives to the beast his food, [and] to the young ravens which cry.
- He does not delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
- LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.
- Praise LORD, O Jerusalem. Praise thy God, O Zion.
- For he has strengthened the bars of thy gates. He has blessed thy sons within thee.
- He makes peace in thy borders. He fills thee with the finest of the wheat.
- He sends out his commandment upon earth. His word runs very swiftly.
- He gives snow like wool. He scatters the hoar-frost like ashes.
- He casts forth his ice like morsels. Who can stand before his cold?
- He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
- He shows his word to Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
- He has not dealt so with any nation. And as for his ordinances, they have not known them. Praise ye LORD.