< Psalms 147 >

1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
Praise ye Jah! for it is good. Sing psalms of our God; for it is pleasant: praise is comely.
2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth the outcasts of Israel.
3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
He counteth the number of the stars; he giveth names to them all.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
Jehovah lifteth up the meek; he abaseth the wicked to the earth.
7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing psalms upon the harp unto our God:
8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains;
9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
Who giveth to the cattle their food, to the young ravens which cry.
10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse, he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man;
11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
Jehovah taketh pleasure in those that fear him, in those that hope in his loving-kindness.
12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
Laud Jehovah, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee;
14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
He maketh peace in thy borders; he satisfieth thee with the finest of the wheat.
15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
He sendeth forth his oracles to the earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
He giveth snow like wool, scattereth the hoar frost like ashes;
17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
He sendeth his word, and melteth them; he causeth his wind to blow — the waters flow.
19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.
He hath not dealt thus with any nation; and as for [his] judgments, they have not known them. Hallelujah!

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