Psalm 147:3

3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3 Meaning and Commentary

Psalms 147:3

He healeth the broken in heart
Christ is a physician; many are the diseases of his people; he heals them all by his blood, stripes, wounds; and among the rest their broken hearts, which none can cure but himself; hearts broken by the word, as a hammer, accompanied with a divine power; which have a true sense of sin, and godly sorrow for it; are truly contrite, such as the Lord has a respect unto, dwells with, and accepts of; and these he heals, and only he, by pouring in oil and wine, as the good Samaritan; or by applying pardoning grace and mercy to them, streaming through his blood; and bindeth up their wounds;
or "griefs" ^F14; and so gives them ease, health, and peace, for which they have abundant reason to call upon their souls to bless his name and sing his praise; see ( Psalms 103:1-3 ) ; compare with this ( Isaiah 61:1 ) ( Luke 10:30-34 ) .

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FOOTNOTES:

F14 (Mtwbuel) "dolores eorum", Pagninus, Montanus, Cocceius, Gejerus.

Psalm 147:3 In-Context

1 Praise ye the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.

2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.

3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.

5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.

6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.

7 Begin the song with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:

8 who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [and green herb for the service of men;]

9 and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.

10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.

11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.

12 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Sion.

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

14 He makes thy borders peaceful, and fills thee with the flour of wheat.

15 He sends his oracle to the earth: his word will run swiftly.

16 He gives snow like wool: he scatters the mist like ashes.

17 Casting forth his ice like morsels: who shall stand before his cold?

18 He shall send out his word, and melt them: he shall blow with his wind, and the waters shall flow.

19 He sends his word to Jacob, his ordinances and judgments to Israel.

20 He has not done so to any other nation; and he has not shewn them his judgments.