He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars;
He gives names to all of them.

Hallelujah!
How good it is to sing to our God,
for praise is pleasant and lovely.

Our Lord is great, vast in power;
His understanding is infinite.

He declares His word to Jacob,
His statutes and judgments to Israel.

The Lord values those who fear Him,
those who put their hope in His faithful love.

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
play the lyre to our God,

Exalt the Lord, Jerusalem;
praise your God, Zion!

who covers the sky with clouds,
prepares rain for the earth,
and causes grass to grow on the hills.

He is not impressed by the strength of a horse;
He does not value the power of a man.

The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem;
He gathers Israel’s exiled people.

He sends His command throughout the earth;
His word runs swiftly.

He provides the animals with their food,
and the young ravens, what they cry for.

The Lord helps the afflicted
but brings the wicked to the ground.

He spreads snow like wool;
He scatters frost like ashes;

He endows your territory with prosperity;
He satisfies you with the finest wheat.

He has not done this for any nation;
they do not know His judgments.
Hallelujah!

For He strengthens the bars of your gates
and blesses your children within you.

He sends His word and melts them;
He unleashes His winds, and the waters flow.

He throws His hailstones like crumbs.
Who can withstand His cold?