Psalms 147:1-9 ▼

1 Prayse ye the Lorde, for it is a good thyng: sing psalmes vnto our Lorde, for it is a pleasaunt thing, his praise is to be desired.

2 God buildeth vp Hierusalem: he wyll gather together the Israelites that were banished.

3 He healeth those that are broken in heart: he wrappeth vp their sorowes.

4 He counteth the number of the starres: he geueth vnto them all names.

5 Great is our Lorde, and great is his power: his vnderstandyng is infinite.

6 God setteth vp the meeke: he bringeth the vngodly downe to the grounde.

7 Syng ye vnto God with a confession: syng psalmes vpon the Harpe vnto our Lorde.

8 Who couereth the heauen with cloudes: who prepareth rayne for the earth, who maketh grasse to growe vppon the mountaynes.

9 He geueth vnto cattell their foode: euen vnto Rauens which call for it.