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.a
References for Psalms 147:3
    • Ǫ 147:3 - wounds: Heb. griefs
      4 He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
      5 Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
      6 The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
      7 Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto 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 The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
      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 wordb* unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
      References for Psalms 147:19
        • ǫ 147:19 - his word: Heb. his words
          20 He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD.