Psalms 147

¹ Praise Yah. Indeed it is good to make melody to our Elohim; Indeed it is pleasant to make comely praise. ² Yahweh is building up Jerusalem; He is collecting together the expelled of Israel, ³ The One healing the broken heart And binding up their grievous wounds; ⁴ The One counting the number of stars, He is calling them all by their names. ⁵ Great is our Lord and vast in vigor; As to His understanding, there is no enumeration of it. ⁶ Yahweh is bolstering up the humbled ones, Abasing the wicked to the earth. ⁷ Respond to Yahweh with acclamation; Make melody to our Elohim with the harp, ⁸ The One covering the heavens with thick clouds, The One preparing rain for the earth, The One sprouting grass on the mountains, ⁹ Giving its nourishment to the beasts, To the raven's young when they should call. ¹⁰ Not in the horse's mastery is He delighting; Not in the legs of a man is He placing approval; ¹¹ Yahweh is placing approval in those fearing Him, In those waiting for His benignity. ¹² Laud Yahweh, O Jerusalem; Praise your Elohim, O Zion, ¹³ For He has fortified the bars of your gates And has blessed your sons within you. ¹⁴ The One giving peace in your territory, He is satisfying you with the fat of wheat; ¹⁵ The One sending His command to the earth, His word is running quickly; ¹⁶ The One giving snow like wool, He is dispersing hoarfrost like ashes, ¹⁷ Flinging down His ice like morsels of bread; Who can stand before His cold blast? ¹⁸ He is sending His word and melts them; He is reversing His wind, and the waters flow. ¹⁹ He is telling His words to Jacob, His statutes and His ordinances to Israel. ²⁰ He has not done so for any other nation, And His ordinances, they do not know them at all. Praise Yah.