Psalm 147
Praise the LORD!
How good to be singing our praises to God!
How pleasant and fitting is that!
The LORD is rebuilding Jerusalem's walls,
and bringing the exiles back.
He heals those with sorrows, those broken and crushed;
he binds up their wounds and their pain.
He numbers and counts every star in the sky,
and gives to each one their own name.
How great is the LORD in his power and might!
His wisdom's without any bound.
The LORD lifts the humble, the poor and the meek;
the wicked, he casts to the ground.
Sing out to the LORD with thanksgiving and praise;
praise God with the lyre's plucked string.
He covers the heavens and clouds that cause rain
for grass upon mountains to cling.
He gives to the beasts and the cattle their food,
and feeds the young ravens that cry.
His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor strength in a man's muscled thigh.
The LORD delights in those with reverent fear,
who hope in his mercy and grace.
Jerusalem, glorify, now praise the LORD!
O Zion, give God now your praise.
Because he has strengthened the bars of your gates
and blesses your sons at your feet.
Because he has granted your borders with peace,
and fed you the finest of wheat.
He sends forth his word and command through the earth;
how swiftly it flies — in a flash!
He spreads out the snow like a blanket of wool;
the frost, he has scattered as ash.
Like breadcrumbs, he hurls down his crystals of ice.
Can any withstand such a blast?
He sends forth his word and then everything melts;
his winds causing ice not to last.
To Jacob, the LORD has declared his commands;
to Israel, his laws are heard.
He's done this with no other nation on earth;
they know not his judgements nor word.
Praise the LORD!
How good to be singing our praises to God!
How pleasant and fitting is that!
The LORD is rebuilding Jerusalem's walls,
and bringing the exiles back.
He heals those with sorrows, those broken and crushed;
he binds up their wounds and their pain.
He numbers and counts every star in the sky,
and gives to each one their own name.
How great is the LORD in his power and might!
His wisdom's without any bound.
The LORD lifts the humble, the poor and the meek;
the wicked, he casts to the ground.
Sing out to the LORD with thanksgiving and praise;
praise God with the lyre's plucked string.
He covers the heavens and clouds that cause rain
for grass upon mountains to cling.
He gives to the beasts and the cattle their food,
and feeds the young ravens that cry.
His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor strength in a man's muscled thigh.
The LORD delights in those with reverent fear,
who hope in his mercy and grace.
Jerusalem, glorify, now praise the LORD!
O Zion, give God now your praise.
Because he has strengthened the bars of your gates
and blesses your sons at your feet.
Because he has granted your borders with peace,
and fed you the finest of wheat.
He sends forth his word and command through the earth;
how swiftly it flies — in a flash!
He spreads out the snow like a blanket of wool;
the frost, he has scattered as ash.
Like breadcrumbs, he hurls down his crystals of ice.
Can any withstand such a blast?
He sends forth his word and then everything melts;
his winds causing ice not to last.
To Jacob, the LORD has declared his commands;
to Israel, his laws are heard.
He's done this with no other nation on earth;
they know not his judgements nor word.
Praise the LORD!
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