Psalm 147

New Coverdale Version

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.