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Praise God Who Helps His People

147 Praise the Lord!

It is good to sing praises to our God;
    it is good and pleasant to praise him.
The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem;
    he brings back the captured Israelites.
He heals the brokenhearted
    and bandages their wounds.

He counts the stars
    and names each one.
Our Lord is great and very powerful.
    There is no limit to what he knows.
The Lord defends the humble,
    but he throws the wicked to the ground.

Sing praises to the Lord;
    praise our God with harps.
He fills the sky with clouds
    and sends rain to the earth
    and makes grass grow on the hills.
He gives food to cattle
    and to the little birds that call.

10 He is not impressed with the strength of a horse
    or with human might.
11 The Lord is pleased with those who respect him,
    with those who trust his love.

12 Jerusalem, praise the Lord;
    Jerusalem, praise your God.
13 He makes your city gates strong
    and blesses your children inside.
14 He brings peace to your country
    and fills you with the finest grain.

15 He gives a command to the earth,
    and it quickly obeys him.
16 He spreads the snow like wool
    and scatters the frost like ashes.
17 He throws down hail like rocks.
    No one can stand the cold he sends.
18 Then he gives a command, and it melts.
    He sends the breezes, and the waters flow.

19 He gave his word to Jacob,
    his laws and demands to Israel.
20 He didn’t do this for any other nation.
    They don’t know his laws.

Praise the Lord!

147 Praise ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.

The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.

Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.

10 He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.

11 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.

13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.

14 He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

15 He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

16 He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.

17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?

18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

20 He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the Lord.