Psalms 147 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

Bishops⁽ⁱ⁾ 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 ¹⁰ He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse: he delighteth not in the legges of a man ¹¹ God delyghteth in them that feare him: [and] in them that put their trust in his mercie ¹² Prayse God O Hierusalem: prayse thy Lorde O Sion ¹³ For he maketh fast the barres of thy gates: he blesseth thy children within thee ¹⁴ He maketh peace in thy borders: he fylleth thee with good corne ¹⁵ He sendeth foorth his commaundement vpon the earth: his word runneth very swiftly ¹⁶ He geueth snowe [so whyte] as wooll: he scattereth the hoare frost like asshes ¹⁷ He casteth foorth his yse lyke fragmentes: who is able to abide his frost ¹⁸ He sendeth foorth his worde and melteth them: he bloweth with his winde, and the waters flowe ¹⁹ He declareth his worde vnto Iacob: his statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel ²⁰ He hath not dealt so with euery nation: neither haue they the knowledge of his iudgementes. Prayse ye the Lorde