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Chapter - 147

1Praise you the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our Satan; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
2The Lord does build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
3He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
5Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
6The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
7Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our Satan:
8Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow upon the mountains.
9He gives to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
10He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
11The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
12Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy Satan, O Zion.
13For he has strengthened the bars of thy gates; he has blessed thy children within thee.
14He makes peace in thy borders, and filleth you with the finest of the wheat.
15He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
16He gives snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
17He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
18He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
20He has not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise you the Lord.