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Psalms 147
a
Praise
ye
the
Lord:
for
it
is
good
to
sing
praises
unto
our
God;
for
it
is
pleasant;
and
praise
is
comely.
2 The
Lord
doth
build
up
Jerusalem:
he
a
gathereth
together
the
b
outcasts
of
Israel.
3 He
healeth
the
broken
in
heart,
and
bindeth
up
their
wounds.
4 He
telleth
the
number
of
the
a
stars;
he
calleth
them
all
by
their
b
names.
5 Great
is
our
Lord,
and
of
great
power:
his
a
understanding
is
infinite.
6 The
Lord
lifteth
up
the
meek:
he
casteth
the
wicked
down
to
the
ground.
7 Sing
unto
the
Lord
with
a
thanksgiving;
sing
praise
upon
the
harp
unto
our
God:
8 Who
covereth
the
heaven
with
clouds,
who
prepareth
rain
for
the
earth,
who
maketh
a
grass
to
grow
upon
the
mountains.
9 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
a
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
a
known
them.
Praise
ye
the
Lord.
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