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 outcasts of Israel.

3           He healeth those that are broken in heart : and bindeth up their wounds.

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 showeth his word unto Jacob : his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.

20       He hath not dealt so with any nation : neither have they knowledge of his laws.