Chapter Text
147:1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
147:2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
147:3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
147:4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
147:5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
147:6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
147:7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,
147:8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
147:9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
147:10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
147:11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
147:12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
147:13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
147:14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
147:15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
147:16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
147:17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
147:18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
147:19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
147:20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.