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The Book of Psalms

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

- Kapitel 147 -

It is good to sing praise

1
Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.
2
The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3
Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.
4
Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.
5
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.
6
The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.
7
Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.
8
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.
9
Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.
10
He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.
11
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.
12
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.
13
Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.
14
Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
15
Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.
16
Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.
17
He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?
18
He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
19
Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.
20
He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them. Alleluia.