Book of Psalms, No. 147
No. 147 of the Psalms
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for he is gracious, and a song of praise is seemly.
he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
and binds up their wounds.
he gives to all of them their names.
his understanding is beyond measure.
he casts the wicked to the ground.
make melody to our God upon the lyre!
he prepares rain for the earth,
he makes grass grow upon the hills.
and to the young ravens which cry.
nor his pleasure in the legs of a man;
in those who hope in his steadfast love.
Praise your God, O Zion!
he blesses your sons within you.
he fills you with the finest of the wheat.
his word runs swiftly.
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
who can stand before his cold?
he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.
his statutes and ordinances to Israel.
they do not know his ordinances.
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