Psalm Chapter 147

Psalm 147: Praise the Lord Who Heals, Provides, and Rules Creation

Psalm 147 calls God’s people to sing because praise is good and fitting, for the Lord rebuilds Jerusalem, gathers the outcasts of Israel, and heals the brokenhearted. It sets his intimate care beside his vast power, as he numbers the stars and calls them by name, yet lifts up the meek and brings down the wicked. The psalm traces his providence through clouds, rain, and grass, and his kindness even to beasts and young ravens, while reminding us that he delights not in mere strength but in those who fear him and hope in his mercy. Jerusalem and Zion are urged to praise him for strengthened gates, blessed children, peace, and wheat, and for his swift word that governs snow, frost, ice, thaw, wind, and flowing waters. It ends by celebrating his unique revelation of statutes and judgments to Jacob and Israel.

00:00 Call to Praise
00:13 God Heals and Gathers
00:23 Creator of the Cosmos
00:40 Thanksgiving in Song
00:56 What God Delights In
01:09 Blessing Jerusalem
01:24 Word Over Weather
01:49 Revealed to Israel
02:01 Final Hallelujah

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Psalm

Praise ye the Lord: for it is good
to sing praises unto our God; for it

is pleasant; and praise is comely.

The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he
gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

He healeth the broken in heart,
and bindeth up their wounds.

He telleth the number of the stars;
he calleth them all by their names.

Great is our Lord, and of great
power: his understanding is infinite.

The Lord lifteth up the meek: he
casteth the wicked down to the ground.

Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving;
sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

Who covereth the heaven with clouds,
who prepareth rain for the earth, who

maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

He giveth to the beast his food,
and to the young ravens which cry.

He delighteth not in the strength
of the horse: he taketh not

pleasure in the legs of a man.

The Lord taketh pleasure in them that
fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem;
praise thy God, O Zion.

For he hath strengthened the
bars of thy gates; he hath

blessed thy children within thee.

He maketh peace in thy borders, and
filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.

He sendeth forth his commandment upon
earth: his word runneth very swiftly.

He giveth snow like wool: he
scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.

He casteth forth his ice like morsels:
who can stand before his cold?

He sendeth out his word, and
melteth them: he causeth his wind

to blow, and the waters flow.

He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his
statutes and his judgments unto Israel.

He hath not dealt so with any
nation: and as for his judgments,

they have not known them.

Praise ye the Lord.