Psalms 147

147 ¹ Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our Father; how pleasant and fitting to praise him.

² Our Father builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the scattered people of Israel. ³ He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ⁴ He counts the stars; he calls them each by name. ⁵ Great is our Sovereign Father, and mighty in power; his understanding is beyond measure. ⁶ Our Father lifts up the humble; he throws the wicked down to the ground.

⁷ Sing to our Father with thanksgiving; make music to him on the lyre. ⁸ He covers the heavens with clouds; he sends rain to the earth; he makes grass grow on the hills. ⁹ He gives the animals their food, and the young ravens when they cry. ¹⁰ His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor his pleasure in the legs of a man. ¹¹ Our Father's heart delights in those who fear him, in those who hope in his covenant love.

¹² Praise our Father, Jerusalem! Praise your Father, Zion! ¹³ For he strengthens the bars of your gates; he blesses your children within your walls. ¹⁴ He brings peace to your borders; he fills you with the finest wheat. ¹⁵ He sends out his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. ¹⁶ He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. ¹⁷ He hurls down his hail like crumbs; who can stand before his cold? ¹⁸ He sends out his word and melts them; he stirs his wind, and the waters flow. ¹⁹ He declares his word to Jacob, his statutes and judgments to Israel. ²⁰ He has not done this for any other nation; they do not know his judgments. Hallelujah!