Psalms 147

2The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem; and He will gather the dispersions of Israel.

3He healeth the brokenhearted, and bindeth up their wounds;

4He numbereth the multitudes of stars, and calleth them all by their names.

5Great is our Lord and great His power; and infinite in His understanding.

6The Lord raiseth up the meek; and humbleth sinners to the ground.

7Sing alternately to the Lord with thanksgiving. In concert with the kithara, sing praises to our God—

8to Him Who covereth the heaven with clouds—to Him Who provideth rain for the earth—to Him Who causeth grass to grow on mountains, and bladed corn for the use of man;

9and Who giveth suitable food to cattle, and to the young ravens which call on Him.

10In the courage of the horse He will not delight, nor is He pleased with the agility of the warrior.

11The Lord delighteth in them who fear Him, and in all them who trust in His mercy.

13for He hath strengthened the bars of Thy gates; He hath blessed Thy children within thee.

14He maketh thy borders peace, and feedeth thee with the finest wheat;—

15He is sending His oracle to this land: His word shall run with speed.

16When He giveth snow like wool—when He scattereth the hoar frost like ashes;

17when He sendeth down like morsels His crystal hail; who can stand before His cold?

18Let Him but send forth His word and He will melt them—let Him but blow His breath and the waters will flow.

19He is sending His word to Jacob—His statutes and His judgments to Israel.

20He hath not dealt thus with any nation, nor hath He laid open to them His judgments.