PSALMS 147

1 Alleluia. Praise ye the Lord, for the psalm is good; let our praising be merry, and fair to our God. 2 The Lord shall build [up] Jerusalem; and he shall gather together the scatterings of Israel. 3 The which Lord maketh whole men contrite in heart; and bindeth together the sorrows of them. 4 Which numbereth the multitude of stars; and calleth names to all those [or them]. 5 Our Lord is great, and his virtue is great; and of his wisdom there is no number. 6 The Lord taketh up mild men; forsooth he maketh low sinners till to the earth. 7 Before sing ye to the Lord in acknowledging; say ye psalm to our God in an harp. 8 Which covereth heaven with clouds; and maketh ready rain to the earth. Which bringeth forth hay in hills; and herb to the service of men. 9 Which giveth meat to their work beasts; and to the birds of crows calling him. 10 He shall not have will in the strength of an horse; neither it shall be well pleasant [or well pleased] to him in the legs of a man. 11 It is well pleasant [or well pleased] to the Lord on men that dread him; and in them that hope in his mercy. 12 Jerusalem, praise thou the Lord; Zion, praise thou thy God. 13 For he hath comforted the locks of thy gates; he hath blessed thy sons in thee. 14 Which hath set thy coasts peace; and filleth thee with the fatness of wheat. 15 Which sendeth out his speech to the earth; his word runneth swiftly. 16 Which giveth snow as wool; he spreadeth abroad a cloud as ashes. 17 He sendeth his crystal as morsels; who shall be able to suffer before the face of his coldness? 18 He shall send out his word, and shall melt those [or them]; his spirit shall blow, and waters shall flow. 19 Which telleth his word to Jacob; and his rightfulnesses and dooms to Israel. 20 He did not so to each nation; and he showed not his dooms to them.