Psalms 147

¹ Praise Yah, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.

² Yahweh builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.

³ He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

⁴ He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.

⁵ Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.

⁶ Yahweh upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.

⁷ Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,

⁸ who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.

⁹ He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.

¹⁰ He doesn’t delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.

¹¹ Yahweh takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.

¹² Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!

¹³ For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you.

¹⁴ He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.

¹⁵ He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.

¹⁶ He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.

¹⁷ He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?

¹⁸ He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

¹⁹ He shows his word to Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.

²⁰ He has not done this for just any nation. They don’t know his ordinances. Praise Yah!