Psalm 147

Hallelu Yah

for it is good to sing praises to our God
for pleasant and beautiful is praise

יְהוָה is building Jerusalem
the oppressed of Israel he will gather
this is healing to those of a broken heart
and a boundary for their injuries

he tells the number of the stars
to them all he gives names
Great is our Lord and of much power
there is no number to his understanding

He raises the poor
יְהוָה brings low the wicked to earth
respond to יְהוָה with thanksgiving
sing praise to our God on a harp
Who covers the heavens with clouds
who prepares rain for the earth
who makes grass to grow on the hills

giving to the beast her bread
to the children of the raven who call
not in the strength of a horse will he delight
not in the legs of the rider will he take pleasure
pleasing יְהוָה are all those fearing him
and those waiting for his loving kindness

Laud יְהוָה Jerusalem
Praise your God Zion
for he has strengthened the bars of your gates
he has blessed your children in your midst
making your borders a peace
with a fatness of wheat he fills you

He sends his message earthward
and swiftly his word runs
He gives snow like wool
frost like ashes he scatters
throwing his ice like fragments
in the face of his cold who will stand

He sends his word and melts them
he makes his wind to blow
waters flow
revealing his word to Jacob
his statutes and his judgments to Israel
Not has he done so to all nations
and his judgments they have not known

Hallelu Yah