Salmos 147

1 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 gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

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

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

5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.

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

7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God,

8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh 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 But the Lorde deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.

12 Prayse the Lorde, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.

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

14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.

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

16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.

17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?

18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.

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.