American Standard Version
Psalms, Chapter 147

   1: Praise ye Jehovah; For it is good to sing praises unto our God; For it is pleasant, [and] praise is comely.
   2: Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem; He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
   3: He healeth the broken in heart, And bindeth up their wounds.
   4: He counteth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by [their] names.
   5: Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
   6: Jehovah upholdeth the meek: He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
   7: Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; Sing praises upon the harp unto our God,
   8: Who covereth the heavens with clouds, Who prepareth rain for the earth, Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
   9: He giveth to the beast his food, [And] to the young ravens which cry.
   10: He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.
   11: Jehovah taketh pleasure in them that fear him, In those that hope in his lovingkindness.
   12: Praise Jehovah, O Jerusalem; Praise thy God, O Zion.
   13: For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; He hath blessed thy children within thee.
   14: He maketh peace in thy borders; He filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
   15: He sendeth out his commandment upon earth; His word runneth very swiftly.
   16: He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
   17: He casteth forth his ice like morsels: Who can stand before his cold?
   18: He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
   19: He showeth his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.
   20: He hath not dealt so with any nation; And as for his ordinances, they have not known them. Praise ye Jehovah.

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