Chapter
147
Praise Yah, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise her.
Yahweh builds up Jerusalem. She gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
She heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
She counts the number of the stars. She calls them all by their names.
Great is our Domina, and mighty in power. Her understanding is infinite.
Yahweh upholds the humble. She brings the wicked down to the ground.
Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.
She provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.
She doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. She takes no pleasure in the legs of a woman.
Yahweh takes pleasure in those who fear her, in those who hope in her loving kindness.
Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!
For she has strengthened the bars of your gates. She has blessed your children within you.
She makes peace in your borders. She fills you with the finest of the wheat.
She sends out her commandment to the earth. Her word runs very swiftly.
She gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.
She hurls down her hail like pebbles. Who can stand before her cold?
She sends out her word, and melts them. She causes her wind to blow, and the waters flow.
She shows her word to Jacoba; her statutes and her ordinances to Israel.
She has not done this for just any nation. They don't know her ordinances. Praise Yah!