1 Praise ye God; For it is a good thing to sing psalms to our God, For it is pleasant, comely is praise.

2 Build up Jerusalem doth Jehovah, The dispersed of Israel he will gather.

3 He healeth the contrite in heart; He bindeth their sorrows. [404]

4 He counteth the multitude of the stars: To each of them names doth he give.

5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power, His understanding is infinite.

6 Raise up the afflicted ones doth Jehovah, He casteth down the ungodly ones to the ground.

7 Sing to Jehovah in praise, Sing psalms to our God upon the harp.

8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, Who prepareth for the earth rain, Who maketh to spring up grass upon the mountains,

9 Who giveth to the cattle their food, To the young ones [405] of the ravens which cry to him.

10 Nor in the strength of the horse will he take pleasure, Nor in the legs of man will he delight.

11 Delight doth Jehovah in those who fear him, [In those] who hope in his mercy.

12 Celebrate, O Jerusalem! Jehovah; Praise thy God, O Zion!

13 For he strengtheneth the bars of thy gates; He blesseth thy children in the midst of thee.

14 Who maketh in thy borders peace; With the fatness of wheat he satisfieth thee.

15 When he sendeth forth his word upon the earth, Very swiftly run doth his word.

16 Who giveth snow white as wool; The hoarfrost as ashes he scattereth.

17 He casteth forth his ice as morsels: Before his cold who shall stand?

18 He shall send his word: red shall melt them: Blow shall his breath, and flow shall the waters.

19 He announceth his words to Jacob, his statutes and his judgments to Israel.

20 He hath not done so to every nation, And his judgments he hath not made known to them. Hallelujah.

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Footnotes:

[404] "Their wounds." -- Fr.

[405] Literally, "to the sons."