(147) Alleluia, [a Psalm] of Aggaeus and Zacharias. Praise you⌃ the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.

The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.

Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.

The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.

Begin [the song] with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:

who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [[and green herb for the service of men;]]

and gives cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him.

He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man.

The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.