Psalms 147 (asv)
For it is pleasant, and praise is comely.
He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
147:3He healeth the broken in heart,
And bindeth up their wounds.
147:4He counteth the number of the stars;
He calleth them all by their names.
He bringeth the wicked down to the ground.
Sing praises upon the harp unto our God,
147:8Who covereth the heavens with clouds,
Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
147:9He giveth to the beast his food,
And to the young ravens which cry.
147:10He delighteth not in the strength of the horse:
He taketh no pleasure in the legs of a man.
In those that hope in his lovingkindness.
147:13For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates;
He hath blessed thy children within thee.
147:14He maketh peace in thy borders;
He filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
147:15He sendeth out his commandment upon earth;
His word runneth very swiftly.
147:16He giveth snow like wool;
He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
147:17He casteth forth his ice like morsels:
Who can stand before his cold?
147:18He sendeth out his word, and melteth them:
He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
His statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.
147:20He hath not dealt so with any nation;
And as for his ordinances, they have not known them.