Psalms 147
1 Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
Praise the LORD, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.
2 Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
The LORD builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
3 He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
6 Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
The LORD upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
7 Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.
9 Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.
10 Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
11 Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.
12 Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
Praise the LORD, Jerusalem. Praise your God, Zion.
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you.
14 Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
15 Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.
16 Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
17 Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?
18 He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
He shows his word to Jacob; his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
He has not done this for just any nation. They do not know his ordinances. Praise the LORD.
