Psalm 147
Laudate Dominum
1
O praise the Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God *
yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
2
The Lord doth build up Jerusalem *
and gather together the out-casts of Israel.
3
He healeth those that are broken in heart *
and giveth medicine to heal their sickness.
4
He telleth the number of the stars *
and calleth them all by their names.
5
Great is our Lord, and great is his power *
yea, and his wisdom is infinite.
6
The Lord setteth up the meek *
and bringeth the ungodly down to the ground.
7
O sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving *
sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
8
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth *
and maketh the grass to grow upon the mountains, and herb for the use of men;
9
Who giveth fodder unto the cattle *
and feedeth the young ravens that call upon him.
10
He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse *
neither delighteth he in any man’s legs.
11
But the Lord’s delight is in them that fear him *
and put their trust in his mercy.
12
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem *
praise thy God, O Sion.
13
For he hath made fast the bars of thy gates *
and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14
He maketh peace in thy borders *
and filleth thee with the flour of wheat.
15
He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth *
and his word runneth very swiftly.
16
He giveth snow like wool *
and scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
17
He casteth forth his ice like morsels *
who is able to abide his frost?
18
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them *
he bloweth with his wind, and the waters flow.
19
He sheweth his word unto Jacob *
his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.
20
He hath not dealt so with any nation *
neither have the heathen knowledge of his laws.