Psalm 147

Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely. The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathered together the outcasts of Israel. He healed the broken in heart, and binde up their wounds. He tell the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. The LORD lifted up the meek: he casted the wicked down to the ground. Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: Who covered the heaven with clouds, who prepared rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry. He delighted not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man. The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.