Psalm 147
Praise for the LORD's Favor to Jerusalem |
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Praise ye the LORD:
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for it is good to sing praises unto our
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for it is pleasant; |
and praise is
comely. |
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The LORD doth build
up Jerusalem:
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he gathereth together the outcasts of
Israel. |
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He healeth the broken in heart,
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and bindeth up their
wounds. |
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He telleth the number of the stars;
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he calleth them all by their names. |
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Great is our Lord, and of great
power:
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his understanding is infinite. |
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The LORD lifteth up
the meek:
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he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
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Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving;
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sing praise upon the harp unto our
God: |
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who covereth the heaven with clouds,
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who prepareth rain for the earth, |
who maketh grass to grow upon the
mountains. |
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He giveth to the beast his food,
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and to the young ravens which
cry. |
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He delighteth not in the strength of the
horse:
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he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a
man. |
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The LORD taketh
pleasure in them that fear him,
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in those that hope in his mercy.
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Praise the LORD, O
Jerusalem;
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For he hath strengthened the bars of thy
gates;
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he hath blessed thy children within
thee. |
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He maketh peace in thy
borders,
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and filleth thee with the finest of the
wheat. |
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He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth:
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his word runneth very
swiftly. |
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He giveth snow like wool:
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he scattereth the hoar frost like
ashes. |
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He casteth forth his ice like
morsels:
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who can stand before his
cold? |
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He sendeth out his word, and melteth
them:
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he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters
flow. |
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He showeth his word unto Jacob,
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his statutes and his judgments unto
Israel. |
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He hath not dealt so with any nation:
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and as for his judgments, they have not known
them. |
Praise ye the LORD. |
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