Psalms.
Chapter 147.
Praise ye Jah! for it is good. Sing psalms of our God; for it is pleasant: praise is comely. 
Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth the outcasts of Israel. 
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. 
He counteth the number of the stars; he giveth names to them all. 
Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. 
Jehovah lifteth up the meek; he abaseth the wicked to the earth. 
Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing psalms upon the harp unto our God: 
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains; 
Who giveth to the cattle their food, to the young ravens which cry. 
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse, he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man; 
Jehovah taketh pleasure in those that fear him, in those that hope in his loving-kindness. 
Laud Jehovah, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion. 
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee; 
He maketh peace in thy borders; he satisfieth thee with the finest of the wheat. 
He sendeth forth his oracles to the earth: his word runneth very swiftly. 
He giveth snow like wool, scattereth the hoar frost like ashes; 
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? 
He sendeth his word, and melteth them; he causeth his wind to blow — the waters flow. 
He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel. 
He hath not dealt thus with any nation; and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Hallelujah! 
