Psalms 147
1Praise you the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is fitting.
2The LORD does build up Jerusalem: he gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
3He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4He determines the number of the stars; he calls them all by their names.
5Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
6The LORD lifts up the meek: he casts the wicked down to the ground.
7Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
8Who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow upon the mountains.
9He gives to the beast its food, and to the young ravens that cry.
10He delights not in the strength of the horse: he takes not pleasure in the legs of a man.
11The LORD takes pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
12Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.
13For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
14He makes peace in your borders, and fills you with the finest of the wheat.
15He sends forth his commandment upon earth: his word runs very swiftly.
16He gives snow like wool: he scatters the frost like ashes.
17He casts forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
18He sends out his word, and melts them: he causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19He shows his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
20He has not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise you the LORD.
Commentaries for Psalms 147:0