Psalm 147

Praise Yah!

For it is good to sing praises to our God;

For it is pleasant and praise is becoming.

Yahweh builds up Jerusalem;

He gathers the outcasts of Israel.

He is the One who heals the brokenhearted

And who binds up their wounds,

Who counts the number of the stars;

He gives names to all of them.

Great is our Lord and abundant in power;

His discernment is infinite.

Yahweh helps up the afflicted;

He brings down the wicked to the ground.

Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving;

Sing praises to our God on the lyre.

He is the One who covers the heavens with clouds,

The One who provides rain for the earth,

The One who makes grass to sprout on the mountains,

Who gives to the animal its food,

And to the young ravens which call out.

He does not delight in the might of the horse;

He does not take pleasure in the legs of a man.

Yahweh is pleased with those who fear Him,

Those who wait for His lovingkindness.

Laud Yahweh, O Jerusalem!

Praise your God, O Zion!

For He strengthened the bars of your gates;

He blessed your sons within you.

He is the One who sets peace in your borders,

He satisfies you with the finest of the wheat,

The One who sends forth His command to the earth;

His word runs very swiftly,

The One who gives snow like wool;

He scatters the frost like ashes,

Who casts forth His ice as fragments;

Who can stand before His cold?

He sends forth His word and melts them;

He causes His wind to blow and so the waters flow,

Who declares His words to Jacob,

His statutes and His judgments to Israel.

He has not done so with any nation;

So as for His judgments, they have not known them.

Praise Yah!