Psalms 147

1Praise Yah, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for praise is pleasant and fitting.

2Yahweh builds Jerusalem; he gathers the outcasts of Israel.

3He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

4He counts the number of the stars; he calls all of them by name.

5Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond number.

6Yahweh supports the humble; he brings the wicked down to the ground.

7Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving; make music to our God with the lyre.

8who covers the heavens with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass sprout on the mountains.

9He gives food to the animals, and to the young ravens that cry out.

10He does not delight in the strength of a horse; he takes no pleasure in a man’s legs.

11Yahweh delights in those who fear him, in those who hope for his steadfast love.

12Praise Yahweh, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.

13For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.

14He makes peace your border; he satisfies you with the finest wheat.

15He sends his command to the earth; his word runs very swiftly.

16He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes.

17He throws down his ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold?

18He sends out his word and melts them; he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.

19He declares his word to Jacob, his statutes and his judgments to Israel.

20He has not done so for any nation; they have not known his judgments. Praise Yah!