Psalm 147

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

2Yahweh builds Jerusalem; he gathers Israel's outcasts.

3He heals the brokenhearted and dresses their wounds.

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

5Great is our Lord, and great his power; there is no number to his understanding.

6Yahweh sustains the lowly; he lowers the wicked to the ground.

7Answer Yahweh with thanksgiving; sing praises to our God with the harp.

8who clothes the heavens with clouds, who directs rain to the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.

9He gives the beasts their food, and the young ravens when they call.

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

11Yahweh delights in those who fear him, those who hope in his lovingkindness.

12Glorify Yahweh, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!

13For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children in your midst.

14He establishes peace within your borders, satisfying you with the finest wheat.

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

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

17He hurls his ice like morsels before his cold—who can stand?

18He dispatches his word and melts them; he unleashes his wind, and the waters flow.

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

20He has not done so for any nation, nor have they known his judgments. Praise Yah!