Psalm 147  New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition

⁷ Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
    make melody to our God on the lyre.
⁸ He covers the heavens with clouds,
    prepares rain for the earth,
    makes grass grow on the hills.
⁹ He gives to the animals their food,
    and to the young ravens when they cry.
¹⁰ His delight is not in the strength of the horse,
    nor his pleasure in the speed of a runner;^[a]
11 but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him,
    in those who hope in his steadfast love.

¹² Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem!
    Praise your God, O Zion!
¹³ For he strengthens the bars of your gates;
    he blesses your children within you.
¹⁴ He grants peace^[b] within your borders;
    he fills you with the finest of 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 hail like crumbs—
    who can stand before his cold?
¹⁸ He sends out his word, and melts them;
    he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.
¹⁹ He declares his word to Jacob,
    his statutes and ordinances to Israel.
²⁰ He has not dealt thus with any other nation;
    they do not know his ordinances.
Praise the Lord!