PSALM 147
1Hallelujah.
For it is good to hymn to our God,
for it is sweet to adorn with praise.
2Builder of Jerusalem, the LORD,
Israel’s scattered ones He gathers in.
3Healer of the broken-hearted,
He binds their painful wounds.
4He counts the number of the stars,
5Great is our Master, abounding in power,
6The LORD sustains the lowly,
casts the wicked to the ground.
7Call out to the LORD in thanksgiving,
hymn to our God on the lyre,
8Who covers the heavens with clouds,
readies rain for the earth,
makes mountains flourish with grass,
9gives the beast its food,
to the raven’s young who call.
10Not the might of the horse He desires,
not by a man’s thighs is He pleased.
11The LORD is pleased by those who fear Him,
those who long for His kindness.
12Extol, O Jerusalem, the LORD,
praise your God, O Zion.
13For He strengthens the bars of your gates,
blesses your children in your midst.
14He bestows peace in your land,
He sates you with choice wheat.
15He sends down His utterance to earth,
quickly His word races.
16He pours forth snow like fleece,
17He flings His ice like bread crumbs.
In the face of His cold who can endure?
18He sends out His word and melts them,
He lets His breath blow—the waters flow.
19He tells His word to Jacob,
His statutes and laws to Israel.
20He did not thus to all the nations,
and the laws, they did not know.
Hallelujah.