147 1Hallelujah! It’s a good thing to sing praise to our God; praise is beautiful, praise is fitting. 2God’s the one who rebuilds Jerusalem, who regathers Israel’s scattered exiles. 3He heals the heartbroken and bandages their wounds. 4He counts the stars and assigns each a name. 5Our Lord is great, with limitless strength; we’ll never comprehend what he knows and does. 6God puts the fallen on their feet again and pushes the wicked into the ditch. 7Sing to God a thanksgiving hymn, play music on your instruments to God, 8Who fills the sky with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, Then turning the mountains green with grass, 9feeding both cattle and crows. 10He’s not impressed with horsepower; the size of our muscles means little to him. 11Those who fear God get God’s attention; they can depend on his strength. 12Jerusalem, worship God! Zion, praise your God! 13He made your city secure, he blessed your children among you. 14He keeps the peace at your borders, he puts the best bread on your tables. 15He launches his promises earthward— how swift and sure they come! 16He spreads snow like a white fleece, he scatters frost like ashes, 17He broadcasts hail like birdseed— who can survive his winter? 18Then he gives the command and it all melts; he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring! 19He speaks the same way to Jacob, speaks words that work to Israel. 20He never did this to the other nations; they never heard such commands. Hallelujah!
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