New King James Version
Psalms 147
1 For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful. 2 He gathers together the outcasts of Israel. 3 And binds up their wounds. 4 He calls them all by name. 5 His understanding is infinite. 6 He casts the wicked down to the ground. 7 Sing praises on the harp to our God, 8 Who makes grass to grow on the mountains. 9 And to the young ravens that cry. 10 He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man. 11 In those who hope in His mercy. 12 Praise your God, O Zion! 13 He has blessed your children within you. 14 And fills you with the finest wheat. 15 His word runs very swiftly. 16 He scatters the frost like ashes; 17 Who can stand before His cold? 18 He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow. 19 His statutes and His judgments to Israel. 20 Praise the Lord!
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