Psalms Chapter 147 |
It is good to chant hymns to our God;
it is pleasant to sing glorious praise.
2The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem;
He gathers in the exiles of Israel.
3He heals their broken hearts,
and binds up their wounds.
4He reckoned the number of the stars;
to each He gave its name.
5Great is our Lord and full of power;
His wisdom is beyond reckoning.
6The Lord gives courage to the lowly,
and brings the wicked down to the dust.
7Sing to the Lord a song of praise,
chant a hymn with a lyre to our God,
8who covers the heavens with clouds,
provides rain for the earth,
makes mountains put forth grass;
9who gives the beasts their food,
to the raven’s brood what they cry for.
10He does not prize the strength of horses,
nor value the fleetness of men;
11but the Lord values those who fear Him,
those who depend on His faithful care.
12O Jerusalem, glorify the Lord;
praise your God, O Zion!
13For He made the bars of your gates strong,
and blessed your children within you.
14He endows your realm with well-being,
and satisfies you with choice wheat.
15He sends forth His word to the earth;
His command runs swiftly.
16He lays down snow like fleece,
scatters frost like ashes.
17He tosses down hail like crumbs—
who can endure His icy cold?
18He issues a command—it melts them;
He breathes—the waters flow.
19He issued His commands to Jacob,
His statutes and rules to Israel.
20He did not do so for any other nation;
of such rules they know nothing.