1 Praise ye the Lord; for it is good praise to our God to sing: For it is pleasant, and to praise it is a comely thing. 2 God doth build up Jerusalem; and he it is alone That the dispersed of Israel doth gather into one. 3 Those that are broken in their heart, and grievèd in their minds, He healeth, and their painful wounds he tenderly up-binds. 4 He counts the number of the stars; he names them ev'ry one. 5 Great is our Lord, and of great pow'r; his wisdom search can none. 6 The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts the wicked to the ground. 7 Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks; on harp his praises sound; 8 Who covereth the heav'n with clouds, who for the earth below Prepareth rain, who maketh grass upon the mountains grow. 9 He gives the beast his food, he feeds the ravens young that cry. 10 His pleasure not in horses' strength, nor in man's legs, doth lie. 11 But in all those that do him fear the Lord doth pleasure take; In those that to his mercy do by hope themselves betake. 12 The Lord praise, O Jerusalem; Zion, thy God confess: 13 For thy gates' bars he maketh strong; thy sons in thee doth bless. 14 He in thy borders maketh peace; with fine wheat filleth thee. 15 He sends forth his command on earth, his word runs speedily. 16 Hoar-frost, like ashes, scatt'reth he; like wool he snow doth give: 17 Like morsels casteth forth his ice; who in its cold can live? 18 He sendeth forth his mighty word, and melteth them again; His wind he makes to blow, and then the waters flow amain. 19 The doctrine of his holy word to Jacob he doth show; His statutes and his judgments he gives Israel to know. 20 To any nation never he such favor did afford; For they his judgments have not known. O do ye praise the Lord.