Psalms of David - Modern Translation - Psalm 147

Praise the Lord!

How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise Him!

The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem,
He gathers the scattered ones with love.

He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.

He determines the number of the stars
and calls each one by name.

Great is our Lord and mighty in power,
His understanding has no limit.

The Lord lifts up the humble
but casts the wicked to the ground.

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving,
make music to our God with joyful songs!

He covers the heavens with clouds,
He provides rain for the earth,
and makes grass grow on the hills.

He gives food to the beasts,
and to the young ravens when they call.

He delights not in the strength of the horse,
nor take pleasure in human might.

The Lord delights in those who honor Him,
who place their hope in His unfailing love.

Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem!
Praise your God, O Zion!

For He strengthens the bars of your gates,
and blesses your people within you.

He grants peace to your borders
and satisfies you with the finest wheat.

He sends His command to the earth,
and His word runs swiftly.

He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.

He hurls down His hail like pebbles—
who can withstand His icy blast?

He sends His word and melts them,
He stirs His winds, and the waters flow.

He declares His word to Jacob,
His statutes and decrees to Israel.

He has done this for no other nation;
they do not know His ways.

Praise the Lord!