Psalms
147 Praise Jah!*
3 He heals the brokenhearted;
He binds up their wounds.
4 He counts the number of the stars;
He calls all of them by name.+
6 Jehovah raises up the meek,+
But he hurls the wicked to the ground.
7 Sing to Jehovah with thanksgiving;
Sing praises to our God, accompanied by the harp,
8 The One who covers the heavens with clouds,
The One providing rain for the earth,+
The One making grass sprout+ on the mountains.
12 Glorify Jehovah, O Jerusalem.
Praise your God, O Zion.
13 He makes the bars of your city gates strong;
He blesses your sons within you.
15 He sends his command to the earth;
His word runs swiftly.
17 He hurls down his hailstones* like morsels of bread.+
Who can withstand his cold?+
18 He sends out his word, and they melt.
He makes his wind blow,+ and the waters flow.
19 He declares his word to Jacob,
His regulations and judgments to Israel.+
20 He has not done so with any other nation;+
They know nothing about his judgments.