King James VersionPsalms147

Psalms

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