Psalms - Chapter 147 - American King James Version
- Praise you the LORD: for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
- The LORD does build up Jerusalem: he gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
- He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
- He tells the number of the stars; he calls them all by their names.
- Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
- The LORD lifts up the meek: he casts the wicked down to the ground.
- Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise on the harp to our God:
- Who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
- He gives to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
- He delights not in the strength of the horse: he takes not pleasure in the legs of a man.
- The LORD takes pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
- Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.
- For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
- He makes peace in your borders, and fills you with the finest of the wheat.
- He sends forth his commandment on earth: his word runs very swiftly.
- He gives snow like wool: he scatters the hoarfrost 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 judgments to Israel.
- He has not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise you the LORD.