Psalms 147

1Praise ye the Yahuah: for good to sing praises unto our Elohim; for pleasant; praise is comely. 2The Yahuah does build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel. 3He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. 4He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by names. 5Great our Lord, and of great power: his understanding infinite. 6The Yahuah lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground. 7Sing unto the Yahuah with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our Elohim: 8Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. 9He giveth to the beast his food, to the young ravens which cry. 10He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man. 11The Yahuah taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy. 12Praise the Yahuah, O Jerusalem; praise your Elohim, O Zion. 13For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you. 14He maketh peace your borders, filleth you with the finest of the wheat. 15He sendeth forth his commandment earth: his word runneth very swiftly. 16He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. 17He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? 18He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, the waters flow. 19He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel. 20He has not dealt so with any nation: and judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the Yahuah.