Psalms 147

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Praise the LORD! It is good to make music for our God; it is a delight, and praise is fitting. The LORD is rebuilding Jerusalem; he is bringing together Israel’s scattered exiles. He heals those whose hearts are crushed and bandages their injuries. He decides how many stars there are and gives each one its name. Our Lord is great and mighty in power; there is no measuring his understanding. The LORD lifts up the lowly and throws the wicked down to the earth. Sing out to the LORD with thanks; make music for our God on the lyre, who wraps the sky in clouds, who gets rain ready for the land, who makes grass sprout on the mountains, who gives the beasts their food and feeds the raven’s chicks when they call. It is not the power of the horse that delights him, nor a soldier’s strong legs that please him. What pleases the LORD is people who revere him and look with hope to his loyal love. Jerusalem, glorify the LORD! Zion, praise your God! For he has made the bars of your gates strong and has blessed your children inside your walls. He keeps your frontiers at peace and satisfies you with the richest wheat. He issues his orders to the earth, and his word goes out at a run. He sends snow that lies like wool and strews frost like ash. He flings down his ice in pieces like crumbs; who can hold out against his cold? He sends his word, and the ice thaws; he sets his wind blowing, and the waters run. He makes his words known to Jacob, his statutes and his rulings to Israel. No other nation has he treated this way; his rulings are unknown to them. Praise the LORD!

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