Praise the Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God; *
indeed, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem, *
and gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
He heals those who are broken in heart, *
and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars, *
and calls them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power; *
indeed, his wisdom is infinite.
The Lord lifts up the meek, *
and brings the ungodly down to the ground.
O sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; *
sing praises with the harp unto our God,
Who covers the heavens with clouds, and prepares rain for the earth, *
and makes the grass to grow upon the mountains, and plants for the use of men;
Who gives food to the cattle *
and feeds the young ravens that call upon him.
He has no pleasure in the strength of a horse; *
neither does he delight in any man’s strength.
But the Lord’s delight is in those who fear him *
and put their trust in his mercy.
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; *
praise your God, O Zion.
For he has made strong the bars of your gates *
and has blessed your children within you.
He makes peace in your borders *
and fills you with the finest of wheat.
He sends forth his commandment upon the earth, *
and his word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool *
and scatters the white frost like ashes.
He casts forth his ice like crumbs; *
who is able to abide his frost?
He sends out his word and melts them; *
he blows with his wind, and the waters flow.
He declares his word unto Jacob, *
his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.
He has not dealt so with other nations; *
neither have they knowledge of his laws. Praise the Lord.