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Psalms 147

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PS 147:1 Praise ye Jah! For `it is' good to praise our God, For pleasant -- comely `is' praise.

PS 147:2 Building Jerusalem `is' Jehovah, The driven away of Israel He gathereth.

PS 147:3 Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.

PS 147:4 Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.

PS 147:5 Great `is' our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.

PS 147:6 Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.

PS 147:7 Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.

PS 147:8 Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up `on' mountains,

PS 147:9 Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

PS 147:10 Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.

PS 147:11 Jehovah is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting for His kindness.

PS 147:12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, Jehovah, Praise thy God, O Zion.

PS 147:13 For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.

PS 147:14 Who is making thy border peace, `With' the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.

PS 147:15 Who is sending forth His saying `on' earth, Very speedily doth His word run.

PS 147:16 Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.

PS 147:17 Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?

PS 147:18 He sendeth forth His word and melteth them, He causeth His wind to blow -- the waters flow.

PS 147:19 Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.

PS 147:20 He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!