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Salmos 147

1 Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; him becometh praise.2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together;3 He that healeth the broken–hearted, and bindeth up their hurts;4 Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by their names.5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable.6 The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground.7 Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp;8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon the mountains;9 Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry.10 Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the swiftness of the legs of man taketh he pleasure.11 The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness.12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: praise thy God, O Zion.13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children in the midst of thee;14 He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat;15 He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along!16 He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes;17 He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand?18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along.19 He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.20 He hath not done so unto any nation: and his ordinances–– these they know not. Hallelujah.

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