Psalm 147

raise the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel. 3 Who heals the broken of heart, and binds up their bruises. 4 Who tells the number of the stars: and calls them all by their names. 5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number. 6 The Lord lifts up the meek, and brings the wicked down even to the ground. 7 Sing to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp. 8 Who covers the heaven with clouds, and prepares rain for the earth. Who makes grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men. 9 Who gives to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him. 10 He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man. 11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy. 12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise your God, O Sion. 13 Because he has strengthened the bolts of your gates, he has blessed your children within you. 14 Who has placed peace in your borders: and fills you with the fat of corn. 15 Who sends forth his speech to the earth: his word runs swiftly. 16 Who gives snow like wool: scatters mists like ashes. 17 He sends his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold? 18 He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run. 19 Who declares his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel. 20 He has not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he has not made manifest to them. Alleluia.