Psalms 147

Great(i) 1 O prayse the Lord, for it is a good thing to synge prayse vnto oure God: yee a ioyfull and pleasaunt thynge is it to be thankfull. 2 The Lorde doth buylde vp Ierusalem, and shall gather to gether the outcastes of Israel. 3 He healeth those that ar broken in harte & gyueth medycine to heale ther sycknes. 4 He telleth the nombre of the starres, and calleth them all by ther names. 5 Greate is oure Lorde, and greate is hys power: yee hys wysdome is infynite. 6 The Lorde setteth vp the meke, and bryngeth the vngodly downe to the grounde. 7 O synge vnto the Lorde with thankesgeuynge, synge prayse vpon the harpe vnto oure God. 8 Whych couereth the heauen wyth cloudes, and prepareth rayne for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes. 9 Whych geueth fodre vnto the catell, & fedeth the yong rauens that call vpon hym. 10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in any mans legges. 11 But the Lordes delyte is in them that feare hym, and put their trust in hys mercy. 12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Sion. 13 For he hath made fast the barres of thy gates, & hath blessed thy chyldren wythin the. 14 He maketh peace in thy borders, and fylleth the wyth the floure of wheate. 15 He sendeth forth hys commaundement vpon earth, and hys worde runneth very swyftly. 16 He geueth snowe lyke wolle, & scatereth the horefrost lyke ashes. 17 He casteth forth hys yse lyke morsels, who is able to abyde hys frost? 18 He sendeth out his worde & mealteth them, he bloweth with his wynd, and the waters flowe. 19 He sheweth hys worde vnto Iacob, hys statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel. 20 He hath not dealte so wt anye nacyon, nether haue the heathen knowledge of hys lawes. Haleluiah.